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attempt to interfere with the case earned him an investigation of his own.

Six months later, Noah took his first steps across the sunlit floor of my lake house.

Mia laughed the way she used to—open, bright, alive.

She had started therapy. She had returned to painting. Her canvases covered the walls with storms breaking apart into gold.

One evening, she continue reading …