AFTERMATH
My grandfather was arrested.
Ethan confessed.
Mara—my assistant—was my sister.
Another child stolen.
Another life rewritten.
Hannah divorced me quietly.
No screaming.
No revenge.
Just distance.
“You don’t know how to fix this,” she said.
“No,” I admitted. “I don’t.”
“I’m not asking you to come back,” I told her.
“I’m asking for the chance to become someone Noah doesn’t have to recover from.”
She didn’t forgive me.
But she let me stay.
In small ways.
Carefully.
