The girl stands shaking, holding an old folded ultrasound photo.
Camera tight on trembling hands.
GIRL (crying):
“He told me to find you… because—”
CRASH ZOOM on her face.
GIRL:
“…you left before I was born.”
MASS SILENCE.
Bikers frozen.
The leader’s hand starts to SHAKE.
He slowly takes the ultrasound photo.
INSERT — handwritten message:
“Tell Rooster I kept my promise.”
The leader staggers back.
LEADER (whispering):
“Maya…”
GIRL (softly):
“That’s my mommy…”
The yard loses all sound.
Then—
The leader drops to his knees.
Years of fear, power… collapsing in one moment.
LEADER (urgent, broken):
“Where is your father?!”
The girl slowly turns.
Points beyond the gate.
Everyone follows her finger.
Outside —
A rusted pickup truck.
Engine screaming.
HORN BLARING NONSTOP.
Camera slowly pushes in…
No one moves.
CUT TO BLACK.
