1 month later
It's quiet today. The kind of quiet that feels earned.
The sunlight spills through my office windows, brushing over the edge of my desk and catching on the gold pen that once belonged to my mother. I watch the light trace along the wood, soft and steady, and realize that for the first time in years, I don't feel the pull of anger under my skin. No rage. No unfinished business. Just... peace.
Everything has finally fallen into place.
It has been a month since the trial concluded. Amelia and Harry are both behind bars, serving life sentences that will give them enough time to think about every lie they ever told. Calvin, too, has disappeared into the background of his own mistakes, a name that now only exists in whispers and footnotes.
And me?
