But standing there, holding my healthy son, beside the man who had loved me when I was at my lowest, I felt nothing but a clean, silent peace.

They had chosen their path.

They had traded love, and integrity, and family, for greed and control, and in the end the very trap they had set for me had closed on them instead.

“Tell the attorney no,” I said.

“I don’t need his letters.

I don’t need his apologies.

I have everything I need right here.” Julian pressed his forehead to mine.

“Yes,” he said.