Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
“ALL OF YOU. NOW.”
Blake stepped forward, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes swollen from tears, hands open.
“Mom” he said, voice soft, cracking. “We know now. Dad’s texts—Brittany, the money, everything. We’re sorry. We blamed you—”
Madison reached for her arm, ponytail limp, mascara streaking like war stripes.
“We misunderstood” she said, voice shaking. “You suffered alone. We were kids—blind. But we see now. Please—”