“The board of the Denver Symphony and the Children’s Hospital Foundation have already issued statements,” Helen said. “They are demanding your immediate resignation.”

Margaret stared at the screen, her mouth opening and closing.

The carefully constructed social standing she had spent her entire life building was vanishing in real-time.

“You’re a monster, Thomas,” Margaret whispered, turning her venom on her ex-husband. “You destroyed this family.”

“No, Margaret,” Thomas said softly, looking at his son, who sat with his head in his hands. “We just finally stopped keeping your secrets.”

Thomas turned away from them, placing a protective hand on my lower back.

“Let’s go home, Emma,” Thomas said.

We walked out of the courthouse into the crisp afternoon air.

The snow had stopped falling, leaving the city clean and white.

Laura carried the diaper bag, a bright smile on her face.

Thomas opened the passenger door of his SUV for me.

I climbed in and looked down at Ethan, who was sleeping peacefully in his car seat.

He looked so small, yet he had survived the storm with me.

I buckled him in, my hands steady and warm.