Maria’s POV I didn’t breathe until I heard his car pull away. Even then, it felt like the air I was dragging into my lungs was too heavy, like it was lined with lead, with guilt, with the fear of what I had just nearly done, what I had nearly said. I stood in the middle of the pavement, my hands trembling, heart pounding in my throat, watching the empty street like he might reverse back and demand the truth. Like he had heard what I hadn’t said. My son? The words kept echoing, louder than anything else, louder than the roaring in my ears. Your son. Isaac. God. For a moment, just one terrifying moment, I thought Elias would open that car door and I’ll see him. I longed to go back there and request I got a glimpse of Isaac, just for one tiny second. My fingers went cold. My legs felt brittle. The sidewalk swayed beneath me, or maybe I swayed above it, I wasn’t sure. I gripped the lamppost nearby and closed my eyes, forcing down the wave of nausea curling in my stomach.
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