Outside the room, the sky was beginning to darken, but for the first time in years, I felt like I could finally see the light.
The nightmare that had consumed our lives was ending, but I knew it wasn’t over yet. There would be questions, investigations, and probably a trial for Victor. But for now, we were free, and my mother’s name was clear.
As we left the prison behind, I realized our story still had more to tell. Our family had been broken, but maybe—with time—we could heal. There were still pieces to pick up and truths to uncover.
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