The house, the estate, and the trust fund remained entirely mine, completely cleared of their names and their debts.
Six months later, the bright morning sun filled the kitchen, washing over the clean granite counters. The heavy, suffocating scent of anxiety and expensive perfume was completely gone, replaced by the smell of fresh coffee and citrus.
I stood by the glass patio doors, looking out at the blooming hydrangeas in the garden. The yellow dress I had worn on my thirty-second birthday was sitting at the bottom of a donation bin somewhere downtown, but the skin on my jaw was completely healed, smooth, and clear.
My father walked into the kitchen, wearing a casual sweater, and slid a newly wrapped box onto the counter.
“A bit late,” Arthur said with a warm smile. “But I figure we can celebrate properly today.”
I opened the box. Inside was a sleek, beautiful new watch—no hidden recording devices, no red lights, no emergencies. Just a perfect piece of machinery to track a brand-new life.
“Thank you, Dad,” I whispered, hugging him tightly.
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