“…nobody ever, ever… audits an auditor again.”
Barnaby let out a soft, contented sigh on the porch rug, his tail thumping once against the cedar boards: *thump.*
Scout gave a low, protective chuff of approval.
Clara laughed into the warm sunlight.
The eagles climbed into the limitless blue sky.
The ocean ran deep and clear.
The ledger was closed forever.
And the mother whose daughter had pulled her crushed school project from a trash can to reclaim her birthright… was finally, beautifully, eternally free.
