On the screen—
Evidence played.
The river.
The orders.
His voice.
His command.
For the first time…
Adrian looked afraid.
“You can’t—”
“I already did.”
Police flooded the room.
“Adrian Wolfe, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and conspiracy.”
Vanessa appeared behind them, panicking.
“Do something!”
But he couldn’t.
The power was gone.
Only handcuffs remained.
And Victoria’s gaze.
“This is for my children.”
Months later…
Sunlight filled a quiet garden.
A little boy ran freely, laughter echoing.
“Mom!”
Victoria sat on a bench, watching him.
Her face had softened.
Still marked by loss…
But no longer consumed by it.
She had lost four children.
Nothing could undo that.
But one lived.
And justice had been done.
A man approached gently.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded.
“I am now.”
She looked up at the sky.
“They can rest.”
The wind moved softly around her.
Like a farewell.
She took her son’s hand.
And walked forward.
This time—
Not running.
Not hiding.
Just… living.
