The Woman They Humiliated Owned Everything

She looked toward the house.

“I thought family was something you guarded from outsiders.”

I followed her gaze.

Inside, a girl was laughing near the kitchen window, flour on her cheek, alive in a home no one could take from her.

“No,” I said. “Family is what you stop using as a weapon.”

Celeste’s eyes shone, but she did not cry.

“I have lost my position.”

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