Instead, Claire was curled against the porch railing, her lips blue, with Lily tucked beneath her coat. Two suitcases lay beside them, half-covered by snow.
“Claire!”
Her eyes opened faintly. “Daniel?”
I fell to my knees and pulled off my field jacket. Lily whimpered against my chest.
“What happened?”
“Your parents said we were no longer family.” Claire’s voice broke. “They changed the locks. Your father said the house belonged to him now.” Familycounseling services
The front door opened. My mother, Evelyn, stood beneath the chandelier in a silk robe. My father, Richard, appeared behind her, holding my grandfather’s whiskey.
“Well,” he said, smiling. “The hero finally made it home.”
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