She confessed
Frozen in place, I waited, holding my breath as my heartbeat thundered in my ears. “Hermando lied to you—and to everyone,” Kelsey said, her voice trembling like leaves caught in the wind. Her words lingered, heavy and oppressive, filling the space between us with an unbearable weight. It felt like a dam had burst—an overwhelming surge of emotions followed by a torrent of questions. My mind raced, scrambling to piece together fragmented memories, as years of uncertainty suddenly took on a sharper, more haunting significance.
She Confessed
HOW COULD SHE HIDE THIS FROM ME
Kelsey’s voice quivered as she admitted, “He took them away, but I helped him.” The ground beneath me seemed to give way. My mouth went dry, words refusing to form as they caught in my throat. How could she do this? Those were my children—my everything—taken without a trace. Her confession sliced through me, a collision of heartbreak and disbelief that left me reeling. The room began to spin, reality and memory intertwining in a disorienting blur.
HOW COULD SHE HIDE THIS FROM ME
