The world outside the car window was a blur, but inside, everything was finally in focus.
Billy was safe beside me, his small hand tucked in mine.
"Oh my gawd, he looks just like you!" Clara chirped from the front seat, turning with a grin that could power a small city.
"I mean, the hair, the eyes... you're a little copy of your mom, aren't you?"
Billy ducked his head, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I'm Billy," he mumbled.
"Billy! I'm Clara. Your mom talks about you so much, I feel like I already know you."
She winked at me, and for the first time in what felt like years, I felt a real, unforced smile grace my own lips. This. This was the sound I'd fought for.
I reached out and brushed his chestnut hair from his forehead, my heart so full it ached.
He was safe. He was whole. The nightmare was over.
Let Trevor rot. I have him back. That's all that matters.
My phone buzzed on the leather seat, shattering the peaceful moment. The screen glowed with his name. Falon.
