metal; it was the last tangible piece of my h
riend, Julian, like a cheap souvenir, igniting a c
dfather' s stolen badge, Chloe punished him by sending him to a bru
room, lying in a coma, his small body ravaged by severe dehydration an
text from Julian: a smug picture of him and Chloe, glowing with happiness, accompanied by the c
rage as I comprehended that my son was dying because of her unbelievable cruelty,
tray her own son so utterly, choosing a manipulative, par
ithin me; I didn't call Chloe, who was too busy basking in her new life, but instead dia
ore; this was about unleashing an unstoppable reckoning that would make the