I found them sleeping on a marble bench inside my bank—one exhausted mother and a six-year-old girl hugging a torn rabbit.

bright apartment, and started laughing again.

My parents’ company survived with clean financing and a new legal team.

Victor waited for trial from a cell he had once sworn he would never enter.

Elian accepted a plea deal.

As for me, I kept one wedding photo.

Not the one of the bride and groom.

The one taken outside the chapel, after everything was over.

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