I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for months.

Wyatt wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

“It is over,” he whispered against my hair.

“They cannot hurt you ever again.”

We left the courthouse through the side exit to avoid the reporters waiting on the front steps.

The rain had started, a steady drizzle that washed the dirt from the city sidewalks.

We walked to a small diner down the street to meet with Sarah Jenkins and Detective Harper.

The diner was warm, smelling of burnt coffee and fried onions.

We took a booth in the back, away from the windows.

Sarah set a stack of legal documents on the table.

“The court-ordered transfer of the estate is already underway,” she said, tapping the papers.

“The properties in the north end have been appraised at four million dollars.”

“The frozen cash accounts contain another one point two million.”

I looked at the numbers on the page, but they did not feel real to me.

For so long, I had only wanted to survive.