WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK
"Yes. We take them back.
The four of them stood there, not only as a family, but as a council of revenge and healing—two grandmothers who had lived through the legacy of monsters, a woman reborn from trauma, and a man determined to save what goodness was left of his name.
In the hallway, a gentle breeze swirled.
The note danced slightly on the ground.
Brigs' threat hung like smoke.
"I buried your family once.
I can bury your peace again."
Lily knelt down and picked it up.
Without hesitation, she walked to the fireplace, threw it into the flames, and watched it curl into ash.
“I’m not afraid of ghosts,” she said. “Not anymore.”