“Marco! You ungrateful son! You’ll fall without me!” my mother screamed as the guards dragged her out.
When the noise was finally gone, I held Elena tightly in my arms.
“I’m sorry, love…” Elena cried. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you and your mom to fight… I just endured it…”
“Shhh. It’s not your fault,” I whispered, gently stroking her belly. “It’s my fault for being blind. But I promise, from now on, I will protect you and our child—no matter who stands against us.”
That day, I lost a mother, but I saved my real world: my wife and child.
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