As I stepped out of the room, still shaking from the confrontation with Isaac, I was nearly knocked back by a woman waiting just outside the door. It was Tyra, Isaac’s mother.Tyra stood there like a statue of ice, her face contorted with a mixture of grief and pure, unadulterated venom. She didn't wait for me to speak or to say hello; she lunged forward, stopping just inches from my face."You have a lot of nerve showing your face here," Tyra hissed, her voice vibrating with rage. "My son is lying in that bed broken, with tubes coming out of him, while you walk around playing the victim. You’re nothing but an adulteress, Tasha. A common cheat who brought a thug into our lives to do your dirty work.""Tyra, please," I whispered, trying to move past, but Tyra blocked my path, her eyes narrowing."Don't 'Tyra' me. You think you’ve found your savior in Jaden Miller, don't you? You think he’s your hero?" Tyra let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed down the sterile hallway. "You are so
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