CHAPTER 142AFTER THE FIREISLAThe strangest thing about justice is how quiet it is after the explosion. For days, everything had been noisy.Sirens on the news, reporters saying our parents’ names and stalking our house, comment sections dissecting every detail of the scandal, federal press conferences, analysts, speculation and outrage.And then… it slowed.The arrests held, the indictments stuck, the precinct was placed under federal oversight and Marin Holdings was officially dissolved. Their asset were frozen, court dates scheduled, and the story moved from breaking news to ongoing case.The world, as it always does, found its next headline.But ours? Ours finally exhaled.The first morning I woke up without that crushing weight in my chest, I didn’t even realize it at first. I just lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the familiar punch of anxiety to settle in.But it didn't. There was no dread or obsessive replaying of what we could’ve done differently. No
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