Cole walked towards the porch. He didn’t ride in. He didn’t make any show of it. He walked with a sure step, like a man who had finally found the right path.
He stopped at the bottom of the steps.
“I’m back,” he said. Without flinching. Without shame. Just the truth.
Ellie closed her book. She gazed at the man she had sent away and the boy she had brought back. Her hands no longer trembled. The arsenic was now just a memory; the fear, a ghost.
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