That night, Ava fell asleep in her own bed, curled next to her favorite stuffed bee.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But she’s not going to hurt us again.”
Later, I found a photo tucked in Jason’s desk drawer—us, laughing on the beach, sunburned and happy. I held it to my chest.
“You knew she might do this,” I whispered.
In the quiet of that room, I could almost hear him reply:
“That’s why I made sure you’d be okay.”
Eleanor didn’t just lose money. She lost the last connection to the son she claimed to love. Jason left us more than just a will. He left us protection, peace, and proof that real love outlasts cruelty.
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