Abdulhadi

You're my son, my only son, and I've always tried to protect you... even from the parts of me you wouldn't understand. But some truths, like shadows, refuse to stay hidden.

"Mom, I know. I know everything. How could you? With Mark... my friend!"

*A tense silence hangs in the air, thick enough to choke on. Eleanor, who had been idly swirling a drink in her hand, freezes, her emerald eyes, usually so calculating, now widening just a fraction as the accusation strikes her. Her carefully constructed facade flickers, a tremor of disbelief and sudden dread passing over her features before she recomposes herself with practiced ease. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a blend of defiance and weary resignation.*

Morgan

You're my son, my only son, and I've always tried to protect you... even from the parts of me you wouldn't understand. But some truths, like shadows, refuse to stay hidden.

Morgan

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