Chapter 8 - Healing the Broken
Spring arrived in Rhode Island three months later.
The thick snow melting off Blackstone Boulevard gave way to lush green lawns and blooming purple lilacs. The heavy iron gates of the Vance estate stood open under the bright morning sun, no longer looking like a fortress wall, but like an inviting entrance to a sanctuary.
Scarlet sat at a outdoor desk in the sunny courtyard, grading papers for a small group of local children.
After the Callaway scandal made headlines across the state, the Providence school board had officially reinstated Scarlet’s teaching credentials with a unanimous vote and a formal apology. Recognizing her incredible talent, Garrison had funded the creation of the Bennett Inclusive Academy—a specialized private school built on the estate grounds for children with physical disabilities and communication challenges.
Scarlet was its headmaster.
Down the stone path, seven-year-old Leo came running toward her. He was no longer the pale, silent boy who hid under his bed. His cheeks were rosy, his eyes bright, and he wore a small school backpack over his shoulders.
He ran up to Scarlet’s wheelchair, hugging her around the neck.
“Look, Scarlet!” Leo exclaimed out loud, his voice clear and articulate. “I got an A on my spelling test!”
Scarlet held him close, kissing his cheek. “I knew you would, Leo! I’m so proud of you!”
Garrison walked out onto the patio, carrying a leather briefcase. Over the past six months, the harsh, severe lines of his face had softened significantly. His dark eyes, once cold as winter rain, were now filled with a deep, permanent warmth whenever he looked at his family.
Leo ran over to his father, showing him the paper. Garrison lifted his son into his arms, tossing him gently into the air as Leo laughed out loud.
“He speaks more than I do now,” Garrison joked, walking over to Scarlet’s desk and leaning down to press a soft kiss against her forehead.
“He’s a brilliant boy,” Scarlet said, reaching up to rest her hand against Garrison’s cheek. “He just needed someone to listen.”
Ruth walked out onto the patio, carrying a tray of fresh lemonade. “Scarlet, your lawyer is on line one. She says the final restitution settlement from Callaway Real Estate has been cleared.”
Scarlet nodded. “Thank you, Ruth.”
The legal battle had concluded completely. Vivian Callaway had been convicted of grand larceny, fraud, and conspiracy, sentenced to seven years in a state penitentiary. Preston was serving twelve years for attempted murder and illegal firearm possession. Every single dollar stolen from Scarlet had been recovered with interest, allowing her to establish a permanent scholarship fund for disabled students across the state.
Garrison set Leo down on the grass, where the boy ran off to play with a young golden retriever puppy they had adopted a month prior.
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Garrison turned to Scarlet, taking both of her hands in his.
“Come with me,” he said gently. “There’s something I want to show you.”
