sorry I wasn’t here,” I whispered.
The wind moved through the leaves.
And I spoke like he could hear me anyway.
“I found it,” I said. “I found what you left. I found the truth.”
My throat tightened.
“I wish you’d trusted me sooner,” I admitted. “But… I understand why you didn’t.”
I swallowed.
“I won’t waste this second chance,” I promised. “Not the one you fought for.”
THE ENDING: WHAT I DID WITH WHAT THEY STOLE
I didn’t move back into the house.
I could have.
Legally, I could
