Stella stood in the doorway, her fingers twisting the edge of her worn cardigan as she watched Jason knot his tie with steady, practiced movements. The silence between them felt heavier than the morning air.“What are we going to do?” she asked, her voice cracking slightly.He didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance at her.“Can you hear me speaking?” she pressed, taking one hesitant step closer.Jason let out a long, tired sigh, his shoulders tensing.“What do you want, Mother?” His tone was flat, detached, like she was background noise.“I want you to bring my daughter back home,” she said, her words tumbling out with quiet desperation.Jason scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter. He turned to face her, and for a moment a cold smile tugged at his lips.“Anna and I are divorced.”Stella’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The room seemed to tilt.“What did you say?”“You heard me right,” he continued, jaw tight as he fought to keep his voice even. “That monster made us sign th
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