Cold Calculation
I called Grandma myself. Her voice was steady, almost bored. “We did what was best,” she cut me off. There was no remorse. No horror at the crimes committed. Only cold calculation. To her, a ruined reputation was worse than a ruined human life.The family group chat exploded. But not with sympathy for the victims.
It was filled with selfish survival tips: “Delete your social media photos,” “Lie low,” “Don’t talk to reporters.” It was a masterclass in cowardice. At the next family dinner, the silence was deafening. Everyone ate quietly, studiously ignoring the empty chair at the end of the table.
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