How a Simple Family Barbecue Turned Into the Day My Life Fell Apart (3 of 3)

A year later, we gathered again—not in Robert’s pristine backyard, but in my modest apartment. The laughter was real this time. Diana joined us too, not as a witness but as a friend. Amanda had tried to fracture us, but instead, we rebuilt stronger, bound by honesty.

The spell was broken. The control was gone. What she meant for destruction had pushed us closer, and for the first time in years, I felt my family was truly mine again.