Chapter 7 - OursThree months later, Vivienne pleaded guilty. Adrian lost his license, his board seat, and every account he had tried to hide behind shell companies. My mother moved to a small apartment in another state, sending letters I never opened.
Maya’s conviction was reviewed after she helped expose the old clinic fraud records she had been blamed for. She became Noah’s legal caregiver, then my friend.
On the first warm morning of spring, Noah walked twelve steps without his chair. Maya cried harder than I did.
He looked up at me and grinned. “Jupiter still has terrible weather.”
I laughed, peaceful at last.
May you like
Behind us, the house was quiet. Not empty.
Ours.
