they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

collapsing.

“What do you mean?” I rasped, the words scraping against my dry throat. “What happened to my boy?”

The nurse paused. It was a calculated, heavy hesitation, the kind that confirms your deepest, most primal terrors.

“Ms. Thompson, you need to board a plane immediately,” she stated, her pitch dropping into a somber, urgent register.

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