The revelation cut deeper than my wounds. My son hadn’t just betrayed us — he had joined forces with his wife to avenge her family, her father, by destroying his own.

“They didn’t just want us gone,” Robert whispered. “They wanted closure. Justice, in their eyes.”

I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to steady my racing heart. Anger warred with sorrow. I thought of Daniel’s first baseball game, the way he used to run into my arms after school, the years I believed our family could withstand anything.

And now, lying broken in the dirt, I realized it had been crumbling for decades, from secrets I never knew.

“What do we do now?” I asked, voice trembling.

Robert’s grip tightened. “We survive. We climb out of this ravine, we find help. But Maggie…” He locked eyes with me. “We don’t go to the police yet. Because if Daniel knows we’re alive, he won’t stop. Not until we’re truly dead.”

The afternoon sun slipped lower, shadows stretching long across the ravine. My body screamed with pain, but Robert’s words lit a fire in me stronger than fear.

“We can’t stay here,” I said firmly. “We’ll bleed out.”