At work, I eventually earned a promotion to Regional Director of Operations and began rebuilding the financial security Gregory had tried to steal.
Three years later, a letter arrived from prison with his name on the envelope.
I didn’t open it.
I threw it away.
Toby and I had already built something Gregory could no longer touch—a life where home meant safety instead of secrets.
And in the end, it was my five-year-old son’s innocent observation in a grocery store that revealed the truth an adult had worked so hard to hide.
