Chapter 11: Choosing My Wife
When I returned to Hannah’s room, my mother was waiting outside with an officer beside her.
She had been released for the moment but ordered not to contact Hannah directly.
“Ethan,” she said quickly, “this has gone far enough.”
I looked at the woman who had raised me.
The woman whose approval I had chased for most of my life.
“You could have killed them.”
Her face hardened.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“My wife and my son.”
She stepped closer.
“You are my son.”
For the first time, those words did not pull me back under her control.
They showed me the cage.
“And he is mine,” I said quietly. “And Hannah is my wife.”
My mother’s eyes flashed.
“After everything I sacrificed for you?”
I opened the door to Hannah’s room.
“You don’t get to use sacrifice as a weapon anymore.”
Then I stepped inside and closed the door between us. Continue Reading ⬇️
