July 24, 2021 – New Kingston, Jamaica
Kyle – The Son at the EdgeThe silence between them was unbearable. Kyle stared at the man before him, his mind fighting to accept what his eyes swore was true. Derrick Wilson—his father, the ghost, the myth—was standing less than ten feet away.
"You're supposed to be dead," Kyle finally said, his voice low but shaking.
Derrick smirked, hands in his pockets, posture too calm for someone who had just crawled out of the grave. "Dead? That's what they told you. That's what they needed you to believe."
Kyle's fists clenched. "Why? Why let Mom suffer like that? Why let me grow up thinkin' you abandoned us?"
Derrick tilted his head. "Because the truth would've killed you faster than my absence ever could."
The words landed like a blow.
