“Oh, and I got a certified letter from the real estate lawyer today, too,” Chloe added, carefully sitting down on the porch swing so she wouldn’t wake Leo. “The Sterling estate finally sold at the bank auction.”
“Did it?” I asked, leaning against the railing.
“Yeah. The final settlement money from the civil suit just hit my bank account this morning. It’s… Mom, it’s more money than I know what to do with in ten lifetimes.”
“You’ll figure it out,” I said softly. “What about that idea you had? ‘Leo’s House’—that domestic abuse shelter you wanted to fund?”
“Yeah,” Chloe said, looking down at her sleeping baby, gently stroking his soft hair. “A safe place. A place where absolutely no one ever gets thrown away.”
We sat in a comfortable, healing silence for a long while, listening to the wind rustle the autumn leaves, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon.
I thought back to that dark, freezing night a year ago. I thought about the heavy, sloshing weight of the gas can in my hand. I thought about the blinding heat of the match burning near my fingertips. I had been exactly one second away from becoming a ruthless murderer. One second away from burning my own soul to ash just to watch them scream.
If I had thrown that match, Liam and his mother would be dead, yes. But Chloe would have woken up alone. She would have had to raise Leo as an orphan. And I would be sitting in a concrete cage.
Instead, the monsters were rotting away in tiny, windowless prison cells, entirely stripped of their massive fortune, their arrogant pride, and their untouchable names. And Chloe was sitting right here, holding a beautiful, sleeping future in her arms.
The law had been much slower than fire, but it had burned them so much deeper.
“Mom?” Chloe asked, breaking the quiet.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you ever think about them? Liam and Eleanor?”
I took a slow sip of my tea, looking out at the vibrant, living colors of the world around me. I looked at my daughter, who had walked barefoot through absolute hell and come out the other side holding a lantern to light the way for others.
“Who?” I asked, a slight smile touching my lips.
And as the sun finally set, casting a warm golden glow over the porch, we both began to laugh.
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