“They used the baby as bait,” Marco continued, “to force you onto their plane, to watch you act.”
I stared at the passport, now a damning piece of evidence, and felt the weight of betrayal settle in my chest.
“You were never a bystander,” Marco added, his hand resting on my shoulder, “you were the instrument.”
The plane’s lights dimmed as the soldiers secured the area, and I stood there, the truth raw and unfiltered, my life forever rewritten.
