No Forgiveness

The other young woman shot me a nervous look and quickly tossed the phone onto my lap. "Roxanne, just hand it over. She's freaking me out."Roxanne paused for a beat, then raised her chin with an arrogant look."Better be careful with your words around the cops," she muttered, her tone dismissive. "My dad got me that motorcycle as a graduation gift. It cost a ton, so you'd better be ready to cover it!"I didn't pay any attention to what she said. All I could think about was saving Cyril. Nothing else mattered.My hands were trembling as I dialed 911. I kept repeating the address to the dispatcher, afraid they couldn't find the place.…I dropped onto the bench outside the operating room, gripping my phone tight and dialing Trevor's number repeatedly."We're sorry. The number you've dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later." The automated voice recording hit me like a needle, stabbing my heart again and again.About half an hour later, I heard a familiar voice cal

It felt like my world came crashing down when I heard Trevor say he wanted to forgive Roxanne.Cyril was our only child born after ten years of marriage. He was our miracle. His body lay cold and stiff upstairs in the surgery room, yet Trevor was determined to forgive the ones who had killed him."Trevor Walker! Are you insane?" I yelled, completely losing it. I charged toward him and slammed my fists into his chest. "That was your son! How could you say that? How could you…"I held onto the bloodstained clothes Cyril wore before he died, my heart breaking all over again.And there was Trevor, the father who lost his son, playing the hero and thinking he should write a forgiveness letter to those responsible."I just saw her acceptance letter. She's a standout student and got into medical university. She's going to be a doctor someday, and doctors are naturally caring. We should give her a chance."No one's perfect, and we all mess up sometimes. Besides, she's still young. We can

It hit me like a lightning bolt, and I froze.Now it made sense why Trevor had been so eager to write that forgiveness letter to Roxanne. That conversation explained everything, and suddenly, it all just felt so ridiculous.Trevor and I had been married for almost ten years, but his love child was already 18. It had been ten whole years, and here I was, totally clueless, like an idiot.So why did he do that? He already had Maeve. What made him marry me?I pressed my hand to my mouth, fighting to keep the sobs in. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to get out of this place of pain, and I was taking Cyril with me.I started packing like a maniac, cramming Cyril's clothes, toys, and belongings into the suitcase.Then, in the middle of it all, a kids' smartwatch fell out, covered in bloodstains. The screen was cracked. It was the watch Cyril had been wearing the night of the accident.My hands shook as I picked it up and clutched it tight in my palm. "Cyril, I'm taking you with me

After the police were done taking Liana's statement, a burning hatred took over him. "We can never judge someone just by how they look."It's tough to imagine a young woman about to start university could be involved in something like this. Go check out everywhere Roxanne went before the accident!"It didn't take the cops long to figure out where she'd been. Sure enough, Roxanne had been at a bar that night and definitely had a few too many.With the proof staring her in the face, Roxanne finally broke down.She cried and pleaded, "Ms. Sorrel, please! I'm begging you! Please let me off this one time for my dad! I'll never do something like this again!"I gave her a dead stare like she wasn't even alive anymore."Let you off?" I snorted. "If you'd called an ambulance right away that night, Cyril might still be here. And now you're asking me to let you off? In your dreams!"Roxanne flinched, her whole body shaking. She opened her mouth to speak, but the cops were already pulling h