Chapter 5 - Dean Drives Into The Night
Dean’s pickup truck sped down the empty highway, the tires hissing against the damp asphalt of the midnight rain. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned stark white against the dark leather.
Every memory of the past fifteen years flashed through his mind like a corrupted movie reel. He remembered holding Jonah for the first time, buying their first home, and believing they were an unbreakable family unit.
All of it was a lie built on top of Maren’s secret infidelity during their painful separation two years prior. He slammed his palm against the horn, letting out a primal scream of rage that echoed inside the cab.
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He pulled into the driveway of their suburban home, staring at the darkened windows of the house he had built with his own hands. It no longer felt like a sanctuary; it felt like a monument to a massive, unforgivable deception.
Walking inside, he went straight to the nursery he had painted yellow and blue for a son who wasn’t his. He picked up a stuffed teddy bear, threw it against the wall, and broke down in bitter tears.
