Chapter 18 - Moving Into a Brand New Home Far Away
Six months later, a moving truck rolled up to a charming craftsman-style home in a quiet coastal town in Maine.
The ocean breeze carried the crisp scent of salt water and pine trees through our open windows.
Emily sat comfortably in a rocking chair in the nursery, cradling our newborn healthy baby boy named Noah.
I walked into the room carrying a stack of unpacked clothes, smiling at the peaceful domestic picture.
“The last box from storage just arrived downstairs,” I told Emily, kissing the top of her head.
“It feels weird not having to look over my shoulder every time I walk down the hall,” she admitted softly.
“You never have to look over your shoulder again, Emily; we are completely safe here,” I promised.
My mother’s trial was scheduled for next month, but her conviction was already a foregone legal conclusion.
She would spend the rest of her golden years behind bars, paying for the cruelty she inflicted.
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We had survived the absolute worst life could throw at us, emerging stronger on the other side.
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