“Nothing is going to happen,” I cut in. “We’re doing this for Harper. She deserves peace.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Just… keep me updated.”
When I hung up, the weight of the conversation pressed on me. I sat there for a moment, letting it sink in. Then I walked back to the living room, where Daniel sat with a cup of tea, waiting.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“It’s going to be a slow road,” I said honestly, sinking down beside him. “But we’ll walk it together.”
He took my hand, squeezing it gently. “Whatever it takes, I’m here.”
I believed him.
It wouldn’t be easy—nothing about untangling the mess Grant had made would be. But for Harper’s sake, for the sake of love, healing, and a future without fear, we would take it one step at a time.
