72. That Woman Wasn't Me
Michelle
"What do you want to talk about?" The woman approaches with unsteady steps and stares at me intently, as if searching for something in my face.
"Do you remember me?" she asks with a mix of insecurity and hope trembling in her voice.
"Yes… you're Blake's mother." She nods gently and takes another step, standing right in front of me.
"I came to see if I could talk to Ryan, but they didn't allow me. I'm really ashamed of everything that happened. Trust me, I never imagined something like this could happen. She… is going to pay for what she did. If she's convicted, she'll spend many years in prison. Maybe, by the time she gets out… I won't be here anymore."
I don't know what to say to her. I feel a whirlwind of emotions in my chest, so tight that I can't
