Ten years after we met at that disastrous wedding, Marcus and I stood at Lake Chelan again."Remember this spot?" Marcus asked, pointing to the boulder where we'd found his mother's key."Hard to forget. Life-changing day.""Most of our days have been life-changing.""True. We don't do boring well."But we'd achieved boring. Wonderfully, beautifully boring. Anna was thirteen, Eleanor ten. Both thriving, both occasionally driving us insane. Lily visited regularly, a college freshman now, babysitting her sisters and rolling her eyes at their drama.The foundation had expanded to twenty countries, helped rescue thousands of trafficking victims, become internationally recognized for anti-trafficking work.Steele Industries was stable, profitable, ethical. Marcus had transformed it from his father's legacy to something his mother would be proud of.Richard had passed away two years ago—peacefully, in his sleep, surrounded by family. We'd mourned, celebrated his life, carried on his values.
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