Chapter 14 - On New Year’s Eve Seven Years Later, My Son Fell Asleep Beneath a Warm Blanket While the Same Family That Had Tried to Take Him Celebrated Around Our TableThe apartment was warm.
Food filled the table.
Music played.
Liam was seven.
Grace was twenty-five.
My mother had changed.
Chloe had apologized.
Maya had built a thriving foundation.
I had retired from the criminal world.
We celebrated together.
At midnight, fireworks appeared outside.
Liam yawned.
“Happy New Year, Dad.”
I kissed his forehead.
“Happy New Year, son.”
Maya smiled.
Seven years earlier, New Year's Eve had been the worst night of my life.
Now it was the best.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
May you like
We remembered.
And we were grateful.
