Footsteps retreated. The car door slammed, the engine roared, and then… silence. Only the rustle of leaves and the pounding of my heart filled the air.

Tears blurred my vision. My own son. The boy I had raised, loved, defended. Why?

When I turned to Robert, his expression wasn’t just pained — it was haunted. He looked at me, eyes hollow, and said something that froze my blood colder than the mountain air.

“They didn’t do this alone. I knew this day might come… because of what I did years ago.”

I stared at him, stunned, my breath ragged. “What do you mean — what you did?” I whispered, clutching his arm to keep him anchored to me.

Robert closed his eyes, and for a long moment I thought he might pass out. Then, with a shudder, he spoke.

“Back when Daniel was just a boy, I made a choice. A selfish one. I thought it was for the family, but… it was for me.”

I blinked, trying to steady the dizziness in my head. “Robert, now is not the time—”