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“You can’t hurt me anymore, Mother,” Leo said, pouring his coffee. “Dad already did that for a lifetime.”

Celeste flew back to London. Before she left, she stood in the foyer where Arthur had collapsed. She thought about the letter opener, the way he’d clutched it—not as a weapon, but as a prop. A man playing the villain in his own story, because he didn’t know how else to be loved. Incesto Mother and Daughter veronica 18 1717856...

Then Sam said, “I’m not divorcing Priya.” “You can’t hurt me anymore, Mother,” Leo said,

But Harold wasn’t finished.

She did, however, remove Leo from her own will—a fact she announced at breakfast the next morning, as if it were the weather. She thought about the letter opener, the way

Vivien’s silence was a confession.

Celeste laughed. It was a hollow, cracking sound. “He died still writing melodrama.”