[Carter’s pov]For several unbearable seconds, my mother didn’t move. She didn’t blink, didn’t speak. She just sat there, her body rigid against the velvet sofa. Her gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the room as though her mind had retreated to some unreachable place where this truth couldn’t touch her.The silence gnawed at me.This wasn’t my mother.Elara Velcro had always been composed. Controlled. Graceful under pressure in ways most people could never understand.Even in pain, she carried herself with impossible dignity. Seeing her like this shattered me, she was vacant of any emotion.Broken open by a betrayal decades in the making, it made something primal and vicious claw through my chest. I couldn’t bear it. “Mom.” My voice cracked.Nothing.I reached for her shoulders carefully. Still no reaction. Panic began to rise, sharp and immediate. “Mom, look at me.”Her eyes remained fixed ahead. My pulse kicked harder. I tightened my grip and gave her a gentle shake, then another, ha
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