Semua Bab BETRAYAL: The Day I Died.: Bab 41 - Bab 46

*** Five years later ***The morning light spilled softly through the kitchen window as I folded the last flap of Daisy’s lunch box. “Daisy!” I called, my voice carrying just enough urgency to cut through the quiet house. “Come out, baby. We need to go. Drop the iPad now, you can play again when you get home from school.”The scrape of little feet on the hard marble floor answered me, and I set the lunch box down carefully on the counter. I glanced at the clock, Damn, I thought. We were running late, again.Life had been a wild ride, full of twists and turns I never expected. But these last five years… they had brought me something I didn’t think I would ever have again: hope. A spark I thought I had lost forever had started glowing bright again, all because of her.Five years ago, with Benjamin’s quiet support, I had moved to Florida. He called nearly every day at first, then slowly pulled back to three times a week, checking in on us. The distance helped. It kept the old wounds from

We got into the taxi and the door shut with a soft thud that seemed to echo inside my chest.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, waiting for the address, and I gave it in a voice that felt tighter than I meant it to.I leaned back, arms crossed, watching the city blur past the windows.But the blur didn’t quiet the fire twisting in my stomach.Anger had a grip on me.Who does he think he is?The scene replayed in my mind in jagged pieces, each one making my jaw clench harder.Why would he look at me like that?And then another thought slid in, unwelcome but stubborn—Am I overreacting?I bit the inside of my cheek. The truth was, I didn’t even know what exactly had lit the fuse.It wasn’t just his words; it was… something else. Something in the way he carried himself. Something about him that just set my skin on edge.I turned my head toward Daisy.She sat pressed against the window, her lower lip jutting out ever so slightly, her brows drawn.That little pout of her

Benjamin’s voice broke through the tension. “What do you mean?” His tone was sharp, almost a demand, but I could hear the unease laced inside it.The doctor shifted his weight uncomfortably, his eyes darting toward the closed door at the end of the corridor before looking back at us. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “Please… let’s all talk in my office.”I glanced at Jake’s father who looked just as confused as I felt. His brows were knitted, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Without another word, we followed the doctor down the hall.When we entered the office, the doctor sat down heavily in his chair, as though whatever he was about to say carried a weight that had been crushing him for years.I lowered myself into the chair in front of his desk, my knees almost touching the edge. Benjamin didn’t sit, he stood behind me. Jake’s dad sat on the other chair, his posture stiff, his jaw clenched.The doctor folded his hands on the desk. “Five years ago,” he began slowly, “you came