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Hazel's POV
We spent four grueling hours at the police station, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as Ethan unraveled years of deception. His mother wept openly, her weathered hands clasping mine as she begged her son to tell the truth. The woman's pain was raw, genuine, and I watched Liam's expression soften as she apologized for her son's betrayal.
"Please," she whispered, "I tried to raise him right. I failed him, but maybe he can still do the right thing now."
Liam surprised me by squeezing her shoulder gently. "We'll make sure you get the medical care you need," he promised, and I fell in love with my husband all over again.
Ethan sang like a canary once he started talking. His voice was steady, almost relieved, as he laid out the web of corruption that had entangled our lives. Julian had recruited him through a mutual friend, Dylan Capiberibe, who had fled from Crestwood to Haven Harbor the moment he turned eighteen. The connection was no coincidence.
