Chloe had been forced to choose silence to keep us safe.

I began to understand that I might be able to choose something else, something she had never been powerful enough to choose.

Not hiding.

Justice.

And I owed her that.

After everything she had carried alone, I owed her that.

I understood that I was, in a sense, about to disobey my daughter’s dying wish, and I did not take that lightly.

She had written keep him hidden, and here I was preparing to do the opposite, to drag the whole thing into the brightest light I could find.