THIRD PERSON POV — CRESCENT MOON
*trigger warning : manipulation and mental abuse*
Ella had stopped silently crying sometime during the first night.
She didn’t remember exactly when.
Maybe when Owen had fallen asleep against her shoulder, exhausted from sobbing. Maybe when she heard Chloe laughing downstairs like nothing had happened. Maybe when her father’s voice had lowered into that controlled tone he used when he wanted to sound the voice of reason.
It didn’t matter.
The tears had dried and something else had taken their place.
Resolve. She was going to let them out of that pack.
The second morning without their mother, Ella sat at the kitchen table and watched Chloe pour orange juice into two glasses as if she had been doing it her entire life. With her wide fake smile plaste
