Now, she was solid, real, and safe. Justice had been served.
The ledger was balanced. But the real victory wasn’t in the court documents or the prison sentences.
It was in the laughter of a little boy running through the grass, unafraid of the dark.
And that was a victory worth fighting for. Like and share this post if you believe in justice and the power of family. THE END
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