The Chair by the Window — The Night Nobody Helped Me
No one waited for an answer.
I heard the front door close behind the last of them.
The enormous house became quiet, except for Piper saying my name every few minutes, as if repetition alone could bring me back.
PART 4: Under the Blanket
Near midnight, Wyatt returned from his study.
He crouched beside me long enough to say, “Corinne, enough.” When I didn’t respond, his expression flickered.
I thought I saw fear.