Six Months Later
Everything had collapsed.
Their money. Their image. Their lies.
And my son?
He stayed with me.
Always.
No exceptions.
No abandonment.
No betrayal.
I stood on the balcony of my new home, holding him as the morning light warmed the city.
Peaceful. Clean. Quiet.
My phone buzzed once.
Final settlement approved.
I deleted it.
Then I kissed my son’s forehead.
“Let’s go out,” I whispered.
A pause.
Then I added softly:
“This time… we never go back to anyone who abandoned us.”
THE END
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