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The silence that followed Victor’s words in the kitchen was not empty. It hummed with the suffocating weight of a decade built on sand. / Chapter 18 / 30

Chapter 18 - Echoes Across the MilesFar away, inside the bleak, gray confines of the federal prison yard, the afternoon sunlight struggled to penetrate the high chain-link fences topped with razor wire.

Victor Whitmore sat alone on a concrete bench, staring blankly at the ground.

A fellow inmate tossed a crumpled newspaper onto the table beside him.

“Hey, Whitmore isn't that your rich ex-wife? Front page of the legal journal down in Wilmington.”

Victor slowly raised his head. His eyes drifted to the newspaper clipping.

There she was.

Elegantly dressed in a tailored navy blazer, her dark hair shining in the sunlight, smiling with an expression of profound, unshakeable confidence as she spoke outside the courthouse. The caption beneath the photo read: ‘Jessica Carter: Leading the Charge for Financial Fraud Survivors.’

Victor stared at the image until the ink blurred before his eyes.

He remembered the night he stood in his kitchen, laughing into a speakerphone, telling his buddies that she would cry, scream, forgive him, and stay because she needed him.

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