So I rewrote the ending. I chose the police over panic, evidence over excuses, my son over my marriage. While he flew toward what he thought was freedom, I froze the accounts, flagged the insurance, and sealed every financial exit he’d built on our graves. When federal agents said his name at the gate, they weren’t just taking his liberty. They were handing him the only life he had left: one where the wife and child he tried to erase were the reason he lost everything.
