The Price Of Her Mercy
We’ve got our children to protect, our home to nurture, and now even the cabin near the river is finished, a small sanctuary we’ll visit in the evenings.
Jackson insisted on reducing security after the last scare. He wanted to breathe, and so did I. Less panic, less paranoia. For the first time in years, we can feel… normal.
I hear the sound of tires crunching on the gravel and glance up. Jackson smirks at me, his eyes twinkling. “Ready?”
I nod, trying to mask my excitement, though I know I’m practically bouncing. Today is Nora’s 19th birthday, and she’s top of her class in the international coding competition. She deserves every single ounce of celebration we can give her.
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