I thought the hidden door was just a design flaw, until I noticed the tiny handprint smeared in fresh drywall dust.
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Chapter 8 / 10
Chapter 8
The trial came six months later.
Isabella sat cold and still in the courtroom.
She didn’t deny anything.
She just said she was entitled to everything.
The jury didn’t take long.
Guilty on all counts.
Life in prison.
Outside the courthouse, the sun was bright.
William breathed out like he’d been holding it for years.
“It’s over,” he said.
“We can start again.”
Ethan took my hand and his father’s hand.
May you like
“Together?”
“Together,” we said.
