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Chapter 96— THE AFTER

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MAYA'S POV

The federal safe house was not a home. It was a beige, carpeted limbo. It smelled of stale air and industrial cleaner, a bland anonymity that was both a relief and a kind of mourning. There were no windows that could be seen through from the outside. The doors had three locks. It was the safest place we had ever been, and it felt like the inside of a sealed vault.

Leo, after days of clingy silence, began to tentatively play with the toys a kindly marshal had brought. He built towers with blocks, his movements careful, as if loud noises might summon the monsters back. He didn’t ask about Clara. He didn’t ask about the cliff house. The silence around those subjects was a wall we all gratefully maintained.

Liam spent hours on the phone with Aronson and a new battery of lawyers—federal lawyers, financial lawyers, lawyers who used words like "restraining order," "asset forfeiture," and "criminal conspiracy." Clara was not in jail. She was under house arrest at the Finch mansion,
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