Chapter 7 - THE EMPTY CASTLE
The thirtieth day arrived with absolute finality. Brenda had spent the month spiraling, posting unhinged rants on social media claiming she was being persecuted, which only cemented the court’s decision to keep her daughters away. She had assumed, up until the very last minute, that I would cave. She thought the "brother" in me would show up with a checkbook and a forgiving smile.
Instead, the county sheriff showed up.
I stood on the sidewalk with my arms crossed as the deputies enforced the eviction. Movers carried out her cheap furniture, her clothes, and the television I had bought her for Christmas. She stood on the lawn, her makeup smeared, screaming my name over the roar of the moving truck.
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"You're destroying my life!" she shrieked, charging toward me before a deputy stepped in her path.
"You destroyed it yourself," I replied calmly. "You thought Emma's hair was the source of her light, so you tried to cut it away. You didn't realize the light comes from love—something your house has been empty of for a very long time." I turned my back and walked to my car, leaving her sitting on the curb surrounded by boxes.
