Sloane would spend years paying back the money she stole.

But they no longer mattered to me.

My family home had been restored.

My daughter was safe in her bed.

I reached down and lightly touched Amelia’s soft hair.

“We are home,” I whispered to her.

She did not wake, but a small, fleeting smile crossed her lips in her sleep.

I sat down in the rocking chair, pulled my sweater tight around my shoulders, and watched my daughter sleep in the yellow room.