The lawyer, sensing the futility of their situation, stepped forward, clearing his throat.
“I think it’s best if we leave, Mr. and Mrs. Miller.
There’s nothing more to be done here.”
They looked at him, then back at me, and for the first time, I saw something in their eyes that wasn’t anger or entitlement. It was defeat. Pure and simple.
Without another word, they turned and walked out of the house, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.
I followed them to the door, watching as they got into their car and drove away, the weight of what had just happened settling over me like a blanket.
As I closed the door behind them, I felt a mix of sorrow and relief, a strange combination that left me feeling empty and full simultaneously.
Jason was gone, but in the end, I had protected his memory and legacy from those who didn’t deserve it. And that, at least, was something.
With a final sigh, I locked the door, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place a quiet affirmation of everything I’d fought for. The house was mine, no; it was ours.
And I would carry Jason’s memory with me in these walls and my heart for as long as I lived.
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