GINA’S POV
The walk home was agony, each step heavier than the last, as if the weight of the world had settled on my shoulders. My chest ached—a sharp, suffocating pressure—and my throat burned with the words I had swallowed back, words that tasted like betrayal and desperation.
I had gone to Dr. Jonas hoping for answers, for something, anything, that could save my son. Instead, I left with nothing but the bitter confirmation of what I already feared.
Laila.
Of course, it was her. The realization settled in my gut like a stone, cold and unyielding. I should have known the moment I saw her standing there five years ago, watching silently as my life was torn apart—arms crossed, lips sealed, her eyes gleaming with something too close to satisfaction.
She had let them drag me away, let th
