The boy stepped back like he’d just seen a ghost.
“No… that’s not possible…” he whispered.
The woman grabbed his arm — desperate now.
“You were never supposed to find out.”
The crowd went silent.
Phones recording everything.
The boy’s voice shook:
“All these years… I thought you destroyed my father…”
The woman leaned closer, panic in her eyes—
“I didn’t destroy him…”
Pause.
The boy froze.
“…I tried to save him.”
Gasps.
Nothing made sense anymore.
“Then where is he?!” the boy shouted.
The woman hesitated.
For a second… she almost said it.
But then—
A black car suddenly pulled up behind them.
Doors opened.
Men stepped out.
The woman’s face changed instantly.
“Too late…” she whispered.
The boy turned—
CUT.
