The next morning, the news reported a massive fire that had broken out in the luxury penthouse suite due to a “faulty gas line.” Strangely, Julian and his mother were nowhere to be found. By noon, a courier arrived at my doorstep with a legal package.

Inside was a fully signed, notarized document relinquishing every single asset the Julian family owned over to Lily, alongside two one-way tickets to a private estate in Europe under new identities.
Julian and Beatrice haven’t been seen since that rainy night. Sometimes, when the wind howls against my windows at 3 AM, I wonder exactly what Marcus whispered to him before the cameras cut out. But when I look at Lily, safe, healing, and far away from the monsters who tried to destroy her, I know I made the right call. Some sins can’t be settled in a courtroom; they have to be answered in the dark.