“Shut up.”
But Ethan didn’t.
“You said you’d tell everyone Mom was tired. And that you’d take me away after.”
Ryan moved toward him.
“Come here.”
“Don’t touch him,” Ms. Parker said.
The metal object shifted again.
I wanted to scream.
To move.
To protect my son.
But I could only do one thing.
I moved my hand.
This time—not just a finger.
My whole hand.
Ethan felt it. He turned to me, eyes full, but stayed silent.
Claire saw it.
And smiled.
“Look at that… the dead woman wants a say.”
She locked the door.
And just as Ryan grabbed Ethan’s arm—
a voice shouted from the hallway:
“Open up! Police!”
But Claire was already too close to my son…
PART 3
“Let him go,” Ms. Parker said calmly.
Claire tightened her grip on Ethan. “No one is taking what’s mine.”
The door shook under a heavy удар.
“Police! Open the door!”
Ryan’s face drained of color.
For the first time, he didn’t look like a grieving husband.
He looked cornered.
“Claire, put it away,” he said.
“Now you’re scared?” she shot back. “You weren’t shaking when you planned to take the house, the accounts, and the boy.”
“You cut the brakes!”
“Because you didn’t have the guts!”
Every word shattered the silence.
Ms. Parker said nothing.
She didn’t need to.
Her phone was recording everything.
