Chapter 13 - Three Months Later, Leo Took My Hand at Ethan's Memorial and Said Something That Finally Let Me GrieveWe held a private memorial.
No press.
No criminals.
Just family.
Leo stood beside me.
Maya held a photograph of her father.
I cried.
I hadn't allowed myself to cry at Ethan's funeral.
I had been too angry.
Too suspicious.
Too determined to protect everyone.
Leo squeezed my hand.
“Daddy would be proud.”
I looked down.
“You think so?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you kept your promise.”
I broke.
I hugged him.
For the first time in three months, I allowed myself to mourn my brother.
May you like
Not the man I lost.
The man he had trusted me to become.
