“Where is he right now?” she asked, her voice dry and strained from everything she had been holding back.
There was a brief pause before the woman answered.
“He is not coming back.”
A cold chill spread through her entire body, making her grip her children tighter without realizing it.
“What do you mean he is not coming back?” she demanded, her voice rising with panic.
The woman inhaled slowly, choosing her words carefully before speaking again.
“He is gone, but not in the way you are thinking right now.”
“Stop talking like that and explain clearly,” she snapped, her patience breaking under fear and exhaustion.
The woman nodded once, then reached into her bag and pulled out a thick file filled with documents.
It looked heavy, serious, and final in a way that made her stomach twist.
“First, you need to understand something important,” the woman said quietly. “I was never involved with him like you believed.”
