The case was larger than my grief.

It belonged to institutions and witnesses whose time would move at a different pace from mine.

Grant remained separate from his father’s legal strategies.

His connection to the notebook and the threatening messages had been documented, and Nia continued handling matters concerning Owen.

I could not predict whether Grant would grow into a reliable parent.

That uncertainty sometimes hurt, but it no longer ruled my days.

I left Joan’s office carrying a folder rather than a victory speech.