Chapter 22 - Rebuilding the Family
Two months later, the halls of the Mercer mansion were filled with the sound of running feet and loud laughter.
Jonah and Blythe had made a full, extraordinary recovery, their blood counts completely clear of any synthetic toxins.
Genevieve spent every waking moment with them, teaching them how to paint and baking cookies in the grand kitchen.
The heavy dark curtains that once covered the mansion windows were pulled back, letting in endless sunshine.
We held a private memorial service in our garden to symbolically bury the painful memories of the last two years.
I stood beside my wife, holding her hand tightly as our children played on the lush green lawn near the fountain.
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“I used to think my money and power were the only things that could protect this family,” I admitted softly to Genevieve.
“Power didn't save us, Lawson,” she replied, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Love and courage did.”
