“I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But love doesn’t mean letting you destroy yourself. This… this was the only option left.”
His shoulders quivered. For the first time that day, Ryan looked less like a rebel and more like a frightened teenager.
She shook her head firmly. “Regret? No. It was the hardest decision of my life—but my son needed to hear the truth. Sometimes, loving someone means letting them fall so they can finally feel what they’ve been ignoring.”
The Weight of Silence
That night, as Ryan lay in his cell, silence pressed down heavier than any lock or chain. There was no smirk, no sarcastic remark—only the memory of his mother’s trembling voice.
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