She spent twenty years building a case out of forgeries. It only holds up as long as nobody looks.”

She rested her forehead against my chin and let out a long, shaking breath as the shadow of twenty years finally lifted.

“What do we do now?” she asked, and the question was wide open, a future that belonged entirely to us.

I looked out at Noah and Nathan, laughing as they chased a desert lizard across the red rocks, their names finally free of the Bellmont curse.

“Now,” I said, kissing the top of her head as the sun filled the room, “we teach our sons how to be a real family.”

THE END.