“And you?” she asked after a long time. “Who are you in all of this?”
The woman puts her gaze directly.
“I work for the people he owes.”
The ground beneath her felt unstable.
Her children clung tighter to her, sensing the shift.
“But,” the woman added softly, “I’m also a mother.”
Something in her tone softened the air just slightly.
“When I saw your file… your pictures… your children,” she continued, glancing at them briefly, “I knew you had nothing to do with any of this.”
She paused.
“So I made a deal.”
“What kind of deal…?”
“That he disappears. Completely. No contact. No trace. And in exchange… you’re left alone.”
Her heart nearly stopped.
“Disappear…?”
“Yes.”
“And he agreed?”
The woman shook her head faintly.
“He didn’t have a choice.”
Silence fell again.
Heavy. Final.
“Is he… alive?”
The question trembled as it left her lips.
The woman hesitated—just for a second.
Then she answered.
“Yes. But you will never see him again.”
The tears came then.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just quiet, endless tears that slipped down her face as reality settled into place.
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