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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