Life returned to normal - or as normal as it could be after everything we had been through. The house was no longer a place of horror but a home, filled with warmth and laughter.
I told my parents everything. At first, they didn't believe me, but the look in their eyes told me they felt guilty.
"We should have told you," my mother said, tears streaming down her face. "We thought we were protecting you."
I forgave them. How could I not?
For the first time in my life, we stayed. No more moving, no more running. The curse was broken, and we were free.
But sometimes, late at night, I still hear the faint echoes of Eleanor's voice in the wind, whispering:
"Thank you."
I told my parents everything. At first, they didn't believe me, but the look in their eyes told me they felt guilty.
"We should have told you," my mother said, tears streaming down her face. "We thought we were protecting you."
I forgave them. How could I not?
For the first time in my life, we stayed. No more moving, no more running. The curse was broken, and we were free.
But sometimes, late at night, I still hear the faint echoes of Eleanor's voice in the wind, whispering:
"Thank you."
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