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Chapter 145: A Son’s Questions

Author: Crystal L.C
last update publish date: 2026-01-26 22:28:42

The prison visitation room smelled like the place that never truly forgot the weight of the lives that passed through it.

Daniel sat stiffly on the plastic chair, his back straight, his hands folded on his lap the way his mother used to insist when he was younger. He hated that he was doing that now. It made him feel small, and this was not a moment for smallness.

He had not told Sarah where he was going. He had waited until she left the house that morning, slipped out quietly, and followed the
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