CHAPTER 6 — The Daughter's Truth

The girl took one slow breath.
"My father pushed me through a broken window."
She rolled up her sleeve.
A scar stretched from her wrist to her shoulder.
"I survived."
She looked directly at Evelyn.
"But he didn't."
Tears formed in several guests' eyes.
One elderly woman whispered,
"I donated to the memorial..."
The girl nodded sadly.
"So did everyone."
"You were mourning a hero..."
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"...while celebrating his murderer."
The ballroom felt colder than ever.