Chapter 9 - THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHTMARE ENDED
The morning sun broke over Lake Michigan, painting the water in brilliant strokes of gold and copper.
I woke up in the master suite of Dante’s penthouse, momentarily disoriented by the luxurious silk sheets and the sheer size of the room. Then, the memories of the previous night came rushing back.
Daniel. The forgery. The police. The relief.
I sat up slowly. My incision still ached, but the heavy, suffocating weight of my marriage was gone. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe.
I found Lily in the kitchen, sitting on a barstool, eating a bowl of strawberries. She looked exhausted, but there was a light in her eyes that hadn’t been there since before her diagnosis.
“Morning, Mom,” she said, offering me a strawberry.
“Morning, sweetheart.” I kissed her cheek. “How do you feel?”
“Like I just woke up from a really bad dream.” She paused, her smile fading slightly. “Dante’s men went to our house this morning. They packed up all your clothes and my things. They brought them here.”
I blinked, surprised. “They did?”
Lily nodded toward the hallway, where a neat stack of suitcases sat. “Dante said we could stay here as long as we need to. He… he also brought this.”
She reached beside her bowl and handed me a faded, silver-framed photograph.
It was a picture of me and Lily on her tenth birthday. We were covered in flour, laughing uncontrollably while trying to bake a cake. Daniel wasn’t in the picture. He had been "working late." I realized now, looking at the photo, that Daniel had never been in the pictures that mattered.
“He found it in the trash can in Dad’s office,” Lily whispered.
My stomach churned. Daniel had thrown it away. He was erasing us before we were even gone.
“I’m so sorry, Lily,” I said gently.
“Don’t be.” She took the frame back, wiping a smudge off the glass. “He’s the one who lost everything. We still have each other.”
The penthouse doors opened, and Dante walked in. He was wearing a dark grey suit, looking every bit the ruthless businessman the city feared, but when his eyes found us, the hardness vanished.
“Good morning,” he said, setting a stack of folders on the kitchen island.
“Morning,” I replied, my pulse doing a strange, unfamiliar flutter at the sight of him. “Lily said your men went to the house. Thank you, Dante. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Your home is a crime scene right now, Claire. The feds are tearing apart Daniel’s home office looking for more of his financial fraud. You couldn’t go back there if you wanted to.”
He pushed one of the folders toward me. “My lawyers have been busy. The divorce papers are drafted. The restraining orders are active. And Elaine’s husband, Richard, just held a press conference throwing her completely under the bus to save his political campaign. She’s facing five years for conspiracy.”
I stared at the folder. It was over. Truly, legally over.
“What about Dad?” Lily asked quietly.
Dante looked at her, his voice gentle. “He was denied bail. He’s going to be in prison for a long time, Lily.”
Lily nodded once, accepting it. She didn’t cry. She had done all her crying last night.
Dante turned his attention back to me. “There’s one more thing. When my men were packing your bedside table, they found a letter. It’s addressed to you.”
He handed me a thick, cream-colored envelope. I frowned, recognizing the handwriting instantly. It wasn’t Daniel’s. It wasn’t Elaine’s.
It was Lily’s.
May you like
I looked at my daughter. She was blushing, suddenly looking incredibly shy. “I wrote it three weeks ago,” she mumbled. “Before Dad started acting crazy. I was going to give it to you at the dinner, but… everything happened.”
My hands trembled as I opened the envelope.
