Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 73

Chapter 4

Mom caught herself against the table before her legs could give out. Her head moved

back and forth in frantic denial.

“No. It can’t be her. Not my Lily.”

Dad went silent on the other end, the kind of silence that felt like death itself. “Just

come home. The coroner… they’re taking her away.”

The finality in his voice broke something in her. Her legs buckled, and she crumpled to

the floor.

People rushed forward, trying to steady her. Mrs. Baker came down from the front of

the room, alarm written all over her face.

“Mrs. Evans, what’s going on? What happened?”

Mom didn’t seem to hear her. She scrambled to her feet and tore out of the classroom, a horrible wailing sound ripping from her throat.

I stayed close behind her, watching the wild, unseeing look in her eyes.

“Mom, watch out!” The scream tore out of me, even though she couldn’t hear it.

She stumbled straight into traffic, and a truck swerved to avoid her, its horn blaring. The driver laid on his horn and leaned out the window, shouting obscenities.

Mom didn’t even break stride, just kept running toward home. My name kept spilling

from her lips, desperate and broken. “Lily. Lily. Lily.”

Watching her unravel like this made my chest feel like it was caving in. I pressed my

hands to my face, trying uselessly to stop the ears.

“I’m so sorry, Mom. I made you miserable when I was alive, and now I’m making it

worse even after I’m gone.”

“Please, Mom, you have to be okay. You went through so much pain to have me. Don’t

let me hurt you any more than I already have,

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When Mom reached the scene, someone had already draped a white sheet over my body. She lunged forward, reaching for the sheet.

“Don’t! Mom, please don’t look!”

I reached out, desperate to shield her eyes. I look too awful, Mom. I don’t want this haunting you forever.

Dad caught her before she could reach it, pulling her back against his chest and holding

her there. “She’s gone. Don’t… you don’t need to see this.”

“It can’t be! She’s strong-she’s survived worse than this!”

“Help! Somebody help her! Someone help her. She’s only six years old-she’s just a baby! Please!”

“Please…” The paramedics exchanged helpless glances and stepped back, giving her

space.

Something in Dad finally snapped. “Enough! Sarah, she’s dead!”

“She’s gone. Screaming won’t bring her back.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“I live right below them. I hear them beating that poor girl, screaming at her, locking

her out. No wonder she did it.”

“I’d see her outside at midnight when I walked my dog-crying, hungry, playing with strays in the freezing cold. What kind of parents do that?”

“I’ve seen her outside at midnight… crying in the cold. What kind of parents are they?”

“If you can’t take care of a kid, don’t have one!”

The accusations kept coming, wave after wave, drowning my parents. Dad kept his head down, silent. Mom sobbed against his chest, her breathing broken and ragged.

I wanted to wrap my arms around them both, hold them together. I needed them to

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