I looked at her.
Really looked at her.
The woman who taught me trust.
Who asked for it.
Who broke it.
And I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “You broke this.”
A pause.
Then the truth she didn’t want:
“And I’m not fixing what you were willing to steal.”
Amara let out a shaky breath. “So what now?”
I glanced toward the entrance, where two uniformed officers were just stepping inside.
Right on time.
“Now?” I said.
I picked up my phone and silenced it as it began to buzz again—Scott, probably, confirming what I could already see.
“Now you deal with the consequences of your decisions.”
My mother’s face crumpled.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to show the weight of it.
Real.
For the first time.
And as the officers approached…
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