But every time I opened my eyes—

Ethan was there.

My will protected him.

Ryan and Claire lost everything.

In court, they turned on each other.

And justice came.

I never looked back.

I moved to a small house.

Quiet.

Peaceful.

Ethan planted a tree.

“So it grows with you, Mom.”

Sometimes, I’m still afraid.

But then he asks:

“Mom… are you still here?”

And I answer:

“Yes, baby. I’m still here.”

Because sometimes—

people try to bury you too early.

But sometimes—

you come back.

**THE END.**