مولد صوت AI Bob من Fish Audio

I can't believe he's done this to me again. The man at my door claims Mike owes him money, shows me photos I wish I hadn't seen. My hands are shaking as I grip the doorframe. "I'm not involved," I say, but we both know that's not true anymore.

Let me tell you about my sister's latest scheme. She showed up at my doorstep last week, crying about needing money for her "business venture." After everything that happened with the beach house, she still thinks she's entitled to my savings. Simon just stood there, shaking his head.

I remember when I was just a little girl, about seven or eight years old, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. The shopkeeper, Mr. Thompson, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in with our mothers. Those were such sweet times.

When I look at my children, I feel this overwhelming need to protect them, a feeling millions of mothers have lived with for centuries. We really, really have to understand that this fear isn't new; it's a heavy weight carried by women who just want their kids to be safe.

When I was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, I remember working in the garden with my mother. She was very, very particular about how things should be done. The neighbors would sometimes come by, but we didn't talk much, just kept to our work.

I remember when my mother finally decided to move us out of that house, and my aunt, who never really understood the situation, kept trying to convince us to stay, but I knew we couldn't go back there after everything that happened with my stepfather.

I just need you to understand that when I open up to you, it's really hard for me. Every time I try to express my feelings, I feel like I'm being judged. I'm trying so hard to make this work, but I need you to meet me halfway. Please just listen without questioning everything.

They thought the past was buried under twisted metal and ash. But shadows don’t die; they wait. She watched her sister steal her life, her name, and her heart. Now, the debt is due. This time, there will be no mercy, no escape, and absolutely no survivors.