PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

envelope.”

Grace frowned.

“That sounds like a villain thing.”

Savannah laughed.

“Sometimes it is.”

That evening, they visited Andrew’s grave.

The girls placed three small stones near the marker, a tradition Rachel had taught them. Savannah placed a folded copy of the hospital room dedication speech beside the flowers.

“Dad,” she whispered, “they’re safe.”

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