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I watched Kyle step out of a building in handcuffs, his expensive suit wrinkled, his face drained of every ounce of arrogance. He kept looking around as if someone would fix it for him.
No one did.
My father was not smirking anymore. My mother looked smaller than I remembered, her mouth tight, her eyes lowered. For years, they had stood behind Kyle like he was a king.
Now they stood behind him like accomplices.
I simply watched the truth arrive.
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