A Relic Of Betrayal
I clutched the old notebook tightly, a relic of the past, its weight heavier than the paper it was made of. It wasn’t just a collection of pages—it was a vessel of memories, marred by betrayal. I had vowed never to forget my boys again, a promise carved deeply into my heart. The resolve was unwavering, a reminder that I held the power to preserve their memory. It was a promise that neither the passage of time nor the chaos of life could ever erode.
A Relic Of Betrayal
Uncovering The Crash Report
Summoning every ounce of courage, I opened the crash report. My heart sank as my eyes landed on the detail that broke through my last shred of composure—Hermando’s blood alcohol level was twice the legal limit. My hands shook uncontrollably. How could he have taken that road, knowing he was endangering our boys? The revelation was both chilling and infuriating, igniting a fire within me—a relentless drive for truth and justice.
Uncovering The Crash Report
