It was relief.

I knew the road ahead would be long.

There would be depositions, hearings, and a media circus.

But Emily was going to get her freedom.

She was going to get her divorce, and she was going to get her life back.

I would stand by her in my dress uniform when the trials began, ensuring every single Prescott paid for what they had done.

Agent Carter’s radio crackled to life on her shoulder.

“Team One, this is Team Two,” a voice static-heavy said. “We have secured the Prescott estate. Brandon Prescott is in custody.”

“Copy that,” Carter said into her radio.

“He’s talking,” the voice on the radio continued. “He’s pointing us to the safe in the study. He says the offshore ledgers are all there.”

Margaret stopped in the doorway, her shoulders sagging as the words came through the speaker.

The matriarch’s composure had finally broken completely.

The agent nudged her forward, and she disappeared into the corridor.

I sat on the edge of Emily’s bed, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

“You’re safe now,” I said.