She fell to her knees and clutched onto my feet. "Please, take me to my son!" she pleaded."Lily, I'm sorry, but your son won't come back to you, and deep down, you know that too," I said, taking a seat.Her anger began to rise again, but I gently held her hands. It felt like grasping onto a rusted metal bar, fragile and on the verge of breaking with the slightest touch."I understand how it feels to be responsible for your child's death," I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "A few months ago, some truly terrible people forced me to kill my own son.I had no idea he was my son at the time. If I had known, I would have willingly sacrificed myself instead," I looked into her eyes and saw her sorrow."So believe me when I say this, I understand your pain more than anyone else ever could. While you may believe you caused his death, the truth is that you couldn't have stopped it from happening."Finally, she broke down in tears. "He loved roasted turkey, and that day I told him we di
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