“Sign the letter, and she’ll be fine,” he demanded.
I looked back at him in horror.
“You have ten seconds.”
With a blank expression on his face, his voice dropped to a countdown.
“Ten.”
Suddenly, a stranger yanked my mom off the bed.
“Nine.”
They tore the oxygen mask away, leaving her gasping in agony.
“Eight.”
Dragged across the floor, her body knocked against the doorway, bruises blooming on her fragile skin.
Yet, Bryson remained unmoved, still expressionlessly counting down.
As the count neared its end, Mom’s body convulsed, struggling for air.
I could no longer control myself; tears burst forth in torrents.
“I’ll do it!” I shouted. “I’ll write the damn letter of forgiveness!”
Hedy’s POV
After hearing my words, Bryson’s expression finally softened.
He gently wiped the tears from my face, his tone turning tender.
“See? If you’d done this earlier, your brother and your mom wouldn’t have had to suffer.”
My hand trembled as I signed my name on the letter of forgiveness.
The moment he turned to leave, I grabbed his hand tightly.
“I’ve already signed it. You should let my brother out now, shouldn’t you?”
Bryson froze, taken aback by the distance and distrust on my face. His brows furrowed deeply.