Emily clung to her father, relief washing over her in waves. She had dreamed of this moment, hoped for it every night as she lay in bed, too scared to cry out loud. Now, with her father’s protective arms around her, she finally allowed herself to believe that everything would be alright.

James rose to his feet, his movements deliberate and controlled. “You will pack your things and leave this house immediately,” he declared, his voice carrying the authority of a military leader. “I will not have you in my home a moment longer.”

Caroline’s face twisted with a mix of anger and fear. “You can’t just throw me out!”