As the officers approached to take Ryan into custody, Karen stepped forward. She placed a trembling hand on her son’s shoulder. He didn’t meet her eyes.
His shoulders quivered. For the first time that day, Ryan looked less like a rebel and more like a frightened teenager.
Outside, reporters swarmed Karen. Did she regret speaking against her son?
She shook her head firmly. “Regret? No. It was the hardest decision of my life—but my son needed to hear the truth. Sometimes, loving someone means letting them fall so they can finally feel what they’ve been ignoring.”
The Weight of Silence
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