Chapter 11: The Final Price

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After four days on the run from himself, from the ghosts, from the weight of his sins, Teddy returned home. Sarah was waiting for him, her face somber, but there was a glimmer of relief in her eyes.

"You did it?" she asked softly.

Teddy nodded. "I did. I don't know if it's enough, Ma, but... it's done."

She pulled him into her arms, holding him close. But as they stood there, the shadows around him grew darker, the voice louder, more relentless than ever before.

"You can't escape it, Teddy. There's still a price to pay."

The next morning, Detective Marquez showed up at Teddy's door with a solemn expression and handcuffs. Sarah tried to stop him, but Teddy knew this was his final reckoning. He met Marquez's gaze, his jaw set, his heart steady.

As they walked out together, the whispers faded into silence. But in his mind, he heard the final echo of his uncle's voice, calm and cold as a judge's gavel.

"Justice, Tavon. It's all that's left now."

The cell door closed, and in the darkness, he was left alone-three life sentences, and a future haunted by every choice he had made.

But was that truly the end?

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