"The Devil You Created
LAURA'S MOM'S' POV
There’s a certain kind of silence that follows a threat—
Not fear.
Not grief.
But the stunned silence of a woman who realizes too late that she never knew the enemy she created.
That was the silence Elane wore when I left her in that visitation room. And I carried it with me like a trophy, tucked beneath my coat, just beneath the spot where my ribs once bruised from days chained in that man-cave.
The next day, I came back.
Not for justice. I already had it.
But for closure.
For a reckoning.
“Back again?” the guard muttered, flipping through the visitor log.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The fury in my eyes said it all.
He led me past steel doors and glass eyes in the ceiling. Past women who screamed at walls and women who stared b
