Chapter 10 - The Dawn After the Storm
Three days later, the sun finally broke through the gray clouds over Minneapolis, casting a warm, golden light across the front lawn of our suburban home.
The police tape was gone. The forensic team had finished their work, and Carolyn Sherwood had already baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, leaving them on our front porch with a note that simply said: Welcome home, Sarah.
I unlocked the front door and pushed it open.
The house smelled of fresh paint and lemon cleaner. In the living room, Sarah was sitting on the rug with her favorite stuffed rabbit, coloring in a new book Christopher had bought her.
She looked up as I walked in, her face bright with a hesitant, beautiful smile—the first real smile I had seen in weeks.
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yeah, bug?" I said, walking over and dropping to my knees beside her on the rug.
"Can we make pancakes for breakfast?"
I reached out and gently brushed a stray curl from her forehead, right over the spot where the bruise was finally starting to fade into a faint yellow shadow.
"We can make as many pancakes as you want, sweetie," I said, pulling her close into a gentle, protective hug. "Whatever you want. Forever."
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She wrapped her small arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder.
The nightmare was over. The monsters in the dark had been unmasked, dragged out into the light, and locked away where they could never hurt her again. And as I held my daughter tight in the quiet morning sun, I knew that no matter how far away business or life ever tried to take me again, I would never, ever miss a bedtime story.
