For once, she said nothing. She walked to her car in silence.
Peace, Found Quietly
That night, Ava fell asleep in her own bed, curled next to her favorite stuffed bee.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But she’s not going to hurt us again.”
Later, I found a photo tucked in Jason’s desk drawer—us, laughing on the beach, sunburned and happy. I held it to my chest.
“You knew she might do this,” I whispered.
In the quiet of that room, I could almost hear him reply:
“That’s why I made sure you’d be okay.”
Eleanor didn’t just lose money. She lost the last connection to the son she claimed to love. Jason left us more than just a will. He left us protection, peace, and proof that real love outlasts cruelty.
Justice didn’t come with a bang. It arrived in legal clauses, locksmith clicks, and a little girl finally safe in her bed.
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