Liam's POV
Ella and I left the city before sunrise, the road still quiet, the sky slowly blushing awake. We needed to be back by lunchtime, but neither of us complained about the early drive. Some journeys deserved to be taken slowly, even if time insisted otherwise.
It had been two months since Raymond and Nancy received their sentences. Two months since the weight that had pressed on all of us for so long finally loosened its grip. I didn't pretend to understand where their souls were now, but I hoped that wherever they were, they had found the peace they never allowed themselves in life. Holding onto anger felt pointless now. We had chosen to move forward.
"Do you think she'll like these?" Ella asked softly, cradling the flowers on her lap as if they were something fragile and sacred. "Only a few calla lilies bloomed in time."
