Chapter 10 - A New Horizon
Six months later.
The ocean breeze blew through the open balcony windows of our new home on the coast of Maine. The painful memory of Chicago felt like a bad dream that was slowly fading into the background.
Eli was thriving. His treatment plan was working brilliantly, his medical numbers were stable, and he had enrolled in an art school in town, filling his room with bright, beautiful paintings instead of dark shadows.
I stood on the porch, holding a warm cup of tea, watching Eli laugh with a group of new friends on the beach below.
My phone buzzed on the table. A text message from Vance: “Another high-profile executive thinks he’s above the law in New York. Need your skills. You in?”
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I looked out at my son, whose smile was genuine and full of hope once again. My time as a victim was over. My time as a passive wife was buried. I was Mara Sterling, and I would always protect those who couldn't protect themselves.
I typed back a simple reply: “Send me the file.”
