All these years

The footage froze briefly, Walter’s face mid-blink. Elliot pressed his palms against his temples, his knees buckling. He slumped onto the bench, unable to steady his breath.
He had grown up in the shadow of a lie, one carefully crafted to protect him. But protection felt a lot like abandonment. He whispered through clenched teeth: “All these years…”
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