Then they found him.
Four faces brightened at once.
Ethan looked across the aisle at me, but he did not reach for my hand or ask for anything more than the moment offered.
I smiled.
Five years earlier, his father had believed a signature could decide our ending.
He was wrong.
The agreement had purchased my distance, but it had never owned my future.
That belonged to the four children taking their bows beneath the stage lights—and to the life we chose to build after the truth finally entered the room.
