Chapter 9 - A Mother’s Final Verdict
The next morning, the sun broke through the clouds, casting a golden light over Bennett’s Family Table.
The police tape was gone. Gabriel’s men had worked through the night, paying off contractors double to board up the windows, clean the gasoline, and sweep away the glass.
I stood behind the counter, wearing my clean white apron.
The diner was empty, except for three people.
Ellie sat at the counter, swinging her feet and eating a massive slice of leftover pecan pie for breakfast. She looked rested, happy, and completely safe.
Gabriel sat in the corner booth. He was dressed in a casual black sweater instead of his usual three-piece suit. He looked relaxed, reading the morning paper while sipping a cup of black coffee I had just poured for him.
And Linda was there, sitting beside Ellie, wiping tears of relief from her eyes.
“The deed is clear, Ruth,” Linda said, sliding a thick folder across the counter. “Gabriel’s lawyers worked all night. Ethan’s forged lien has been completely erased. The diner is yours. One hundred percent.”
I placed a hand over the folder, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over me.
“Where is he?” I asked quietly, not needing to say Ethan’s name.
Gabriel lowered his newspaper. “He’s on a plane to Seattle. I arranged a job for him in one of my legitimate warehouses. He’ll work hard, he’ll earn an honest living, and he’ll pay back every cent he owes. But he knows he is never to contact you or Ellie again until he proves he is a man worthy of this family.”
I closed my eyes, a single tear slipping down my cheek. It hurt to lose my son. But I had lost him a long time ago. Today, I was finally letting him go so he could find his own way back.
“Thank you, Gabriel,” I said.
Gabriel smiled softly. “It’s Gabriel, Mrs. Bennett. Just Gabriel.”
He patted the leather seat of the corner booth. “My father loved this seat. He told me once, in a letter, that the woman who poured the coffee here was the kindest soul he ever met. He was right.”
Ellie hopped off her stool and ran over to Gabriel’s booth, sliding in across from him. “Are you going to come eat pancakes with us every Wednesday now, Mr. Gabriel?”
Gabriel laughed, a rich, warm sound that filled the diner. “I think I’d like that very much, piccola. If your grandmother will have me.”
“You always have a seat at the family table,” I smiled, picking up the coffee pot.
For the first time in three years, I felt like Frank was really there, smiling down at us. The diner was safe. My granddaughter was home. And the secret Frank took to the grave had finally been brought into the light.
I walked around the counter, ready to pour Gabriel another cup.
Then, the little bell above the diner’s front door chimed.
I looked up, expecting to see a contractor or a police officer.
Instead, a woman walked in.
She was thin, with sharp cheekbones, wearing a designer trench coat and oversized sunglasses. She lowered the glasses, her cold blue eyes sweeping over the boarded-up windows with a look of utter disgust.
Ellie gasped, shrinking back into the booth.
My blood ran cold.
It was Chloe. Ethan’s ex-wife. Ellie’s mother.
The woman who had abandoned her family five years ago to run off with a tech millionaire, leaving Ethan devastated and Ellie crying out for her every night.
“Well,” Chloe said, her voice dripping with venom. “The place looks just as pathetic as I remember.”
Gabriel’s smile vanished. He slowly set his coffee cup down, his eyes locking onto Chloe with the predatory stillness of a wolf.
I stepped in front of Ellie’s booth, blocking Chloe’s view of my granddaughter.
“What are you doing here, Chloe?” I demanded, gripping the handle of the coffee pot.
Chloe smirked, pulling a thick legal envelope from her designer bag. She slammed it down on the counter.
“I’m here to collect what’s mine, Ruth,” Chloe said coldly. “Ethan called me last night from the airport. He told me he was leaving town. Permanently.”
“And?” I challenged.
Chloe smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin. “And, since the father is no longer in the picture, full custody of the child reverts to the mother.”
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She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Ellie.
“Pack your bags, kid. You’re coming with me.”
