Griffin came barreling down the hallway, out of breath. “What the hell is going on out here?”
Sheriff Larkin held up a calm hand. “Sir, I need you to stay back, please. This is an official service of notice.”
Griffin looked right past him, straight at me. His eyes narrowed like I was the one who had betrayed him.
“Blaze. Step outside. Now. Just you and me.”
“No,” I said.
“Come on, man.” He lowered his voice, almost pleading. “We’re brothers. We can talk about this without all of this.” He waved his hand at the deputy and the lawyer like they were props I’d rented to embarrass him.
I didn’t move an inch.
“The last time we talked privately, you laughed in my face and said, ‘Didn’t we tell you?'” I said. “Everything since then needs witnesses.”
He clenched his jaw. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion. You’re punishing Mom and Dad because your feelings got hurt.”
“I’m not punishing anybody,” I said. “I’m ending a pattern.”
That’s when Harper stepped into the doorway behind him.
She looked different than she had that night in the living room. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t defensive. She looked confused. Shaken.
“Griffin,” she said quietly. “What is going on with this house? Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” Her voice got smaller. “You told me you sent Blaze all the wedding details. You told me he just didn’t want to come.”
Griffin went rigid. “Harper. Not now.”
She didn’t push any further. But the crack running across her face said everything. She hadn’t known. And now she did.
Then my father stepped forward. His eyes were red. He wasn’t angry. He was scared.
“Please, son,” he said softly. “We just need more time.”
I swallowed hard.
There was a time when that broken tone in his voice would have destroyed me. When I would have paid any amount of money, signed any piece of paper, just to make that look go away from his face.
But the truth settled over me like armor.
“I gave you time, Dad,” I said. “Years of it. You just never saw it as a gift, because I never once said no.”
Sheriff Larkin confirmed out loud that the notice had been served. Miles handed my father the manila envelope. My father held it with both hands like it weighed fifty pounds.
I turned and walked down the steps, the same steps from that last photo in the album.
Behind me, I heard my mother call my name. Anger and disbelief all tangled up together in her voice. But she wasn’t calling me because she finally understood.
She was calling because the life she’d built on my silence was falling apart.
And that wasn’t my burden to carry anymore.
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