Agent Vance met us near the exit doors of the courthouse.

“We have secured the rest of the financial records, Colonel,” Vance said, shaking my father’s hand. “The frozen accounts will cover the restitution. Hannah will have her security back.”

“Thank you, Agent,” my father said. “For everything.”

Vance nodded to me and then looked at Owen.

“Take care of that little guy,” he said.

We walked out of the heavy glass doors of the courthouse and into the late afternoon sun.

The air was crisp and cold, a typical autumn breeze rattling the dry leaves on the pavement.

For the first time in months, I did not feel the constant, heavy weight of fear in my chest.

My father opened the door of his dark SUV and helped me inside.

I buckled Owen’s carrier into the back seat, making sure the straps were snug and safe.

My father got into the driver’s seat, starting the engine.

The heater hummed, warming the cabin quickly.

He looked back at me in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes calm and steady.

“Where to, Hannah?” he asked.