Chapter 12 - The Moving Truck Pulls Away Into The Distance
Elena turned sharply, climbing into the passenger seat of the moving truck while her daughters squeezed into the cab behind her.
The truck shifted into gear, its tires crunching loudly against the gravel driveway as it pulled away down the suburban street.
Mark watched until the vehicle turned the corner and vanished completely from sight, feeling a massive weight lift from his shoulders.
He walked back inside the house, locking the heavy front door behind him with a satisfying, permanent click of the deadbolt.
The silence inside the home was no longer suffocating; it felt peaceful, clean, and entirely restored to its rightful owners.
He walked into the kitchen, finding Chloe already awake, sitting at the island counter eating cereal and drinking orange juice.
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“They’re gone?” Chloe asked quietly, looking up at him with a cautious, hopeful smile on her face.
“They’re gone for good, sweetheart,” Mark smiled warmly, walking over to pour himself a fresh cup of coffee.
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