She didn’t even ask why. That evening, the silence in the house felt different. Lighter. Marc opened a bottle of wine. Clara sat on the couch with Leo nestled beside her, a cartoon humming quietly in the background.
“So… it’s over?” she asked softly. Marc nodded. “The officer said they’ll charge her. The evidence we gave—plus what they already had—it’s enough.” Clara leaned into him. “I keep thinking about how close she got.”