LOGINThe foundation took shape over the following months. I called it "Phoenix Rising: Support for Survivors." The name felt right. Rising from ashes. Being reborn stronger.Diana agreed to serve on the board. Agent Park, now retired from the FBI, came on as security consultant. Dr. Chen joined as clinical director. And Victoria, who had thrived at Nott Designs, helped set up the business side.We secured funding through a combination of my personal investment and donations from fashion industry leaders who wanted to support survivors. The first office opened six months after the trials ended. A small space in downtown Manhattan with room for legal consultations, therapy sessions, and support groups.The demand was overwhelming. Within the first month, we had two hundred applications for services. Stories of betrayal, manipulation, financial abuse. So many people carrying trauma they thought they had to bear alone.Emma visited the office after school sometimes. She'd sit in the corner col
The weeks following the trials felt strange. Peaceful but unsettling. Like waiting for another shoe to drop even though there were no more shoes left to fall.Emma turned eight years old three weeks after Brock's sentencing. We threw her a party at home with ten school friends. Normal kids doing normal kid things. Playing games. Eating cake. Laughing without fear or shadows.I watched from the kitchen doorway as Emma opened presents. She smiled and thanked each friend politely. But there was something careful in her movements. Something watchful in how she scanned the room even while surrounded by celebration.Dr. Chen had warned me this would happen."The immediate threats are neutralized," she'd said during our last family session. "Brock is in prison. Shaw is in prison. Jessica's trial is scheduled. Emma knows intellectually that she's safe now. But trauma doesn't live in the intellectual part of the brain. It lives in the primitive part. The part that remembers danger and stays on
Six months passed before the trials began. Six months of depositions and evidence gathering and legal maneuvering. Six months of trying to build a normal life while the past still hung over us like a storm cloud.Emma started second grade. She made friends. She joined the art club. She had playdates and birthday parties and all the ordinary childhood experiences she'd been denied for so long. Dr. Chen reduced her therapy sessions to once a week. The nightmares were rare now. She was healing.Nott Designs continued thriving. Victoria had proven herself so capable during the crisis that I promoted her to President. I kept the title of Creative Director but stepped back from daily operations. I wanted more time with Emma. More time with Marcus. More time to actually live instead of just survive.Marcus's photography exhibition "Survival and Grace" opened to critical acclaim. His images of our journey, of Emma's resilience, of my transformation, resonated with people around the world. Mus
Emma was still in my arms when we arrived home just as dawn broke over the city. She had fallen asleep in the car, exhausted from being woken in the middle of the night. I carried her upstairs to her bedroom and tucked her back into bed. She stirred slightly but didn't wake.Diana met me in the hallway. Her face was pale with worry."What happened? The FBI agents wouldn't tell me anything except that you were all safe.""Jessica Patterson tried to lure me into a trap. She failed. She's in custody now along with Richard Shaw." I sagged against the wall. "It's over, Diana. Really over this time."Diana pulled me into a hug. "You did it. You protected your family. You survived."After Diana left, I went back to Emma's room. I sat in the chair beside her bed and watched her sleep like I had done so many nights before. But this time was different. This time I wasn't watching out of fear. I was watching out of gratitude.My daughter was safe. Finally, completely safe.Marcus found me there
The trap was set. Now we waited.Three days passed with no movement from Jessica or Richard. Agent Park's surveillance teams watched them constantly. Jessica stayed in a luxury hotel in Manhattan. Richard continued his normal business activities. They didn't meet again. Didn't communicate through any channels the FBI could detect."Maybe they know we're watching," Marcus suggested on the third night. We sat in our living room reviewing the day's surveillance reports while Emma slept upstairs."Jessica is too smart to be that obvious," I said. "She's planning something. We just haven't figured out what yet."My phone rang. Agent Park."We've got movement. Jessica just left her hotel in a taxi. She's heading toward the waterfront."My pulse quickened. "The harbor?""Looks that way. And Bethany, Richard Shaw just got in his car. He's heading in the same direction."This was it. Whatever they had planned was happening now."I'm coming," I said."Absolutely not. This is an FBI operation. Y
The park felt like a different world. A peaceful world where the worst thing that could happen was a duck stealing too much bread. Emma chased pigeons across the grass while Marcus captured every moment through his camera lens. I sat on the bench watching them and tried to convince myself this was real. That the danger was truly over.My phone buzzed. Agent Park again."Bethany, we need you to come to the federal building tomorrow. There's been a development."My stomach dropped. "What kind of development?""We've been monitoring Brock's communications from the psychiatric facility. He received a visitor yesterday. His lawyer brought someone who claimed to be a distant cousin. But our facial recognition software flagged her." Agent Park paused. "It was Jessica Patterson."The name hit me like ice water. "That's impossible. Jessica is supposed to be in Europe. Interpol has been tracking her.""She came back. We don't know why yet. But she met with Brock for thirty minutes. We couldn't







