I hovered in the dark, a cold, empty void, hearing the rhythmic beep-beep-beep of the machines. I wasn't just unconscious; I was being kept under.
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Chapter 10 / 10
Chapter 10 - THE FINAL SURPRISEThree months later, I sat on the porch of a small home in Vermont. I was holding my newborn daughter—a healthy, beautiful girl. Theo was playing in the yard, laughing, finally a normal kid.
The mail arrived. A package with no return address.
Inside was a single photograph: Grant, in a prison jumpsuit, holding a note that said I'm coming back.
I looked at the house, the perimeter sensors I had installed, and the way Theo watched the woods. I wasn't just a mother anymore; I was a guardian. The trial was coming, but I had the truth, and I had my son—the boy who could smell a lie from a mile away. We were safe, for now. And we were ready for whatever came next.
