She sat in the quiet of her home office, the light from her screen, casting soft shadows across the walls.
The video was paused at the moment Darla said, "She stopped being my daughter the day she humiliated me."
Jean hadn't cried. There were no tears left to cry.
Not because it didn't hurt. But because it was old pain… the kind that no longer bled, only echoed. It was too familiar now.
She stared at the phone in her hand. At the footage Hannah risked herself to get. At the truth no one else dared believe… until now.
She didn't have to pretend anymore. She's no longer Adams. She's Kingsley. She doesn't have to endure all the pain to hope for that one day… one day they will look at her and say. 'I'm proud of you Jean'
There's no point in hiding their real faces now. One click and their empire will start to crumble.
Just one click!
A knock came. Her eyes shoot up at the door.
