They were sitting at the kitchen table in our new house, their faces covered in blue paint.

“Mommy!” Leo yelled, waving a paintbrush.

“Look at our rocket ship!”

“It’s huge!” Owen chimed in, leaning close to the camera.

Wyatt just smiled, holding up a piece of blue cardboard.

“It looks beautiful, boys,” I said.

My chest felt tight, but for the first time in years, it was not from fear.

“Are you coming home soon?” Wyatt asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“I am coming home right now.”

I hung up the phone and gathered my coat.

I walked out of the office, passing the mahogany doors with the new brass sign.

*Vance Global.*

I had not just saved their legacy.

I had built my own.