Chapter 6
In the years after my dad’s passing and my mom’s imprisonment, Lincoln cared for me with tenderness, and his mother treated me like her own daughter.
I respected her deeply.
Yet, guilt weighed heavily on my heart.
As I met her sorrowful, searching gaze, my voice barely rose above a whisper.
“My mom only said one thing: congratulations on your wedding.”
“She didn’t say anything else.”
A frown creased her face, disbelief clouding her features.
“That’s impossible.”
“Just now, after hearing those words, Lincoln was clearly terrified.”
“If that’s all she said, why would he react like that? Why would he throw himself to his death in front of everyone?”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, voices laced with doubt.
“Exactly! We all saw how he reacted–there’s no way those words alone
could have done that.”
“Who whispers a blessing in someone’s ear like that? It doesn’t make
sense.”
“This is a lie, isn’t it?”
“Sasha, Lincoln treated you well. You can’t cover for your mother just because she’s the one responsible.”
“Be honest with us. What did she really say?”
Even Lincoln’s father, his voice deep and weighted with grief, spoke.
“Sasha, my son loved you with all his heart. He never let you suffer, not even for a moment.”
“If you ever cared for him–even the slightest bit–you wouldn’t let him die without knowing the truth.”
Faced with their relentless accusations and piercing questions, I steadied my voice and spoke again.
“My dad and Lincoln both died the same way because of something my
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mom said.”
“No one wants answers more than I do.”
“Otherwise, why would I confront her in front of everyone? Why would I demand that she say it to me as well?”
“I don’t believe it could be just those words either, but she really only said, ‘congratulations on your wedding.“.
- me.
“You all heard me question her just now!”
Because of a single sentence, I lost the two people who mattered most to
More than anyone, I needed to know why.
The crowd wavered, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Though skepticism lingered, they chose not to press further.
Instead, the focus shifted.
Lincoln’s wedding day had turned into a funeral. A celebration into a tragedy.
My world had plummeted from heaven to hell.
Dragging my exhausted body and shattered heart, I attended Lincoln’s funeral, each moment carving deeper wounds into my soul.
Afterward, I returned to my old home, the place where it all began.
But the moment I arrived, I froze. The entrance was swarming with people.
