“You took my son and built a life out of my loss. You let me bury him while he was still alive. You didn’t save him — you stole fifteen years and called it love.”
Jamie shook his head. “You made me think I was alone in the world. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Layla said nothing.
Mike’s voice cut through, trembling. “You need to answer for what you’ve done.”
Layla nodded, broken. “I will. I’ll tell the truth. To everyone.”
“You stole fifteen years and called it love.”
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We didn’t leave right away.
I looked Layla in the eye. “You’re coming home with us. You owe our family the truth.”
Layla tried to protest, but Bill spoke up, his voice firm for the first time.
“I need answers. And you owe my… mom that much.”
Layla nodded, defeated. “I’ll come.”
“I need answers.”
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