He walked over to the security desk, picking up a microphone connected to the building’s external PA system, which was used for public announcements.

He pressed the button, his eyes fixed on the street.

“To the residents of Brindlewood and the citizens of this city,” Nathaniel’s voice boomed through the speakers, echoing into the wet night air.

“For twelve years, the people of Brindlewood Apartments have suffered under systemic neglect and illegal exploitation.”

“Today, that ends.”

“The Graves Group is taking immediate control of the property to begin a full, top-to-bottom restoration.”

“Every leaking roof will be replaced, every broken heater fixed, and every dollar of stolen rent will be accounted for.”

I watched him, my chest aching with a mixture of relief and disbelief.

Ruby looked up at me, her eyes bright. “Does that mean we don’t have to move, Mommy?”

“No, baby,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We don’t have to move.”

Nathaniel released the button and walked back over to us, his expression softening as he looked down at Ruby.

“You kept your promise, Ruby,” he said, kneeling down so he was at her eye level.