The moment he walked out that door, he showed me exactly what kind of father he was. The moment Hannah survived, she showed me exactly what kind of mother I needed to become.

And when Cameron collapsed in fear at what he had done, it was already too late. Fear couldn’t erase abandonment. Regret couldn’t clean the blood from the floor.

And a smile, no matter how confident, couldn’t survive the truth waiting behind the door.

THE END.