The trust remained protected.
I still worked.
I still lived in the same house.
I had not bought an impractical sports car despite Melissa’s instructions.
I did, however, book a month-long trip to Italy for all four of us.
That felt irresponsible enough.
The doorbell rang.
A courier handed me an envelope.
Inside was a copy of an amended indictment.
Rebecca had highlighted one line.
Conspiracy resulting in the death of Melissa Elaine Walker.
I sat down.
For a long time, I simply looked at my sister’s name.
Then Grace walked in.
She saw the paper.
She did not ask what it was.
She knew.
She sat beside me.
Lily arrived twenty minutes later.
Ben came downstairs.
And the four of us sat around the island together.
No dramatic speeches.
No celebration.
Justice is not the same thing as getting someone back.
People say things like closure because humans are uncomfortable admitting that some wounds never close.