The Frozen Legacy of a Mother Protecting Her Stolen Daughters
“I’d like that,” I said.
I walked to the front door, pulling my wool coat tight around me.
Outside, the air was crisp, the smell of pine strong in the afternoon sun.
I turned back to look at the family one last time.
Nathan was sitting on a packed crate, Emma and Lily on his lap, while Sophie and Grace leaned against his shoulders.
They were smiling.
The frozen legacy of their mother was no longer a cage of code and servers.
It was alive in them.
And they were finally free to grow.
I stepped out onto the porch, closed the heavy door behind me, and walked down the steps toward my car, ready for my own new beginning.