Chapter93:

Chapter 93 Sara’s Point of View The morning air was thick with tension, as if the universe itself knew what awaited us beyond the front door. I glanced at my mother, her face set in a mask of forced composure. Her sharp features, so similar to mine, gave no hint of the storm brewing within. But I knew her too well. Behind that calm facade was a woman just as shattered as I was. “They’ll be out there,” I murmured, my voice hoarse from a night of restless tears. Mom adjusted her scarf, her movements measured and deliberate. “Let them. We’ve faced worse than a few cameras.” Her words, meant to reassure, felt hollow. We hadn’t faced worse not like this. This wasn’t just scandal; this was public crucifixion. I tightened my grip on the handle of my purse, my knuckles white. “Maybe we should wait. Let this die down.” Mom scoffed, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “Wait for what? For them to get bored? They won’t. Scandals like ours don’t just fade, Sara. They fester.” Her words stung beca