The damage they had done to my home, my finances, and my daughter could not be undone by an arrest warrant.

“What about the house?” I asked.

“The estate is being secured by our asset recovery team,” Harris said. “We’ll have the locks changed and a security detail posted until the trial.”

“Thank you, Harris,” I said.

“Get her to the hospital for a full evaluation, Evelyn,” he said gently. “We’ll handle the paperwork.”

The ambulance doors closed, blocking out the sound of the wind and the flashing lights.

The vehicle began to move, navigating the snow-slipped roads toward the Denver suburbs.

Lily leaned her head against my arm, her eyes closing as the warmth of the heater finally reached her.

I held her close, watching the streetlights flicker through the frosted glass of the window.

The physical battle was over, but the legal and emotional war was just beginning.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out, expecting a call from the field office.

Instead, the screen displayed an restricted number.

I hesitated, looking down at Lily’s sleeping face.