NovelEnglishChapter 409 With a dull, heavy clang, the prison gates slowly creaked open.
Ethan stepped out, his hair cropped short, his movements sluggish and uncertain.
Harsh sunlight slashed across his eyes, forcing him to squint. After ten years behind bars, the world outside felt at once familiar and foreign-as if he'd been hurled through time, only to land in a reality that no longer fit. Everything seemed insubstantial, dreamlike, as if he were caught between two lifetimes.
His thoughts drifted, unbidden, back to a decade earlier.
Back then, he'd been full of swagger, standing at these very gates to meet Claire as she was released. He'd eyed her with suspicion, convinced her limp was just an act, and spared her nothing but ridicule. Her five years in prison? He'd brushed them off as no big deal.
Now, after tasting the suffocating agony of lost freedom himself, he finally understood just how excruciating it all had been.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe raised his gaze. The street before him, the trees lining the sidewalk, the blue sky overhead-all looked exactly as he remembered. But in his eyes, everything was painted in shades of desolation.
Once, he had chere with anticipation to welcClaire home. Now, as he stood outside those sgates, there was nothing-no one waiting, no warm embrace. Just emptiness and the biting chill of loneliness, seeping into his bones like a wintry wind.
Ethan wandered on, stumbling through the haze, his feet automatically carrying him in the direction of home. He barely noticed the passage of time, until he found himself at an intersection. The light turned red. He stopped, staring ahead in a daze.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce glided past. Through the lowered window, Ethan caught a glimpse of a girl in a Cresthaven Academy uniform.
She wore her hair in a high ponytail, her skin porcelain-fair, with the soft roundness of youth still on her cheeks. Her eyes were wide and bright, her smile alive with the energy of teenage years.
The girl was beautiful, but that wasn't what made Ethan's heart lurch. It was the fact that she looked exactly- uncannily-like Claire.
His pupils shrank. Before he knew it, he was shouting after the car: "Claire-!" But the Rolls sped away, leaving him behind. He didn't stand a chance of catching up.
Ethan stopped, a wry smile twisting his lips.
How could he have forgotten? Claire had been twenty-three when he'd gone to prison. Now, ten years later, she'd be thirty-three. There was no way she could look so young.
That girl must have been twelve or thirteen at most.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Amara glanced into the rearview mirror et puzzled. "Dad, that man back there Chasing the car. I think he called out Mom's name." fo Sean narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths.
"He probably mistook us for someone else," he replied quietly.
Ten years.
Treally did fly-so much so that even Ethan was free again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEthan walked for more than three hours before finally reaching home.
When he arrived at the iron gates of Linwood Manor, he stopped dead in his tracks.
The house before him was unrecognizable.
Rust had gnawed deep into the iron gates. Weeds choked the yard, wild overtake and untamed, overtaking what were once manicured gardens. The flowers and shrubs, once painstakingly tended, now spilled everywhere in disarray.
Cracks scarred the exterior walls, the whole house sagging with neglect and decay. A heavy weight settled in Ethan's chest.
How had his hcto this? Where were his parents? Where was Claire? In all his ten years behind bars, not a single person had cto visit him.
He had no idea what had happened on the outside.
And it was only now-after knowing what it meant to be forgotten by the world-that he finally understoodm Claire's cold, bitten words as she'd sat in his car all those years ago, accusing her family of never visiting her once during her five years in prison. He could finally feel the pain behind them.
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