Chapter 8 - Justice Served
Within seconds, the carriage house driveway was swarming with police officers and emergency personnel. Weapons drawn, officers swarmed the wrecked sedan, pulling the driver’s side door open and hauling Victoria out onto the wet asphalt as she screamed curses and thrash against the steel handcuffs.
Mark stood near the edge of the drive, watching quietly as his wife was led away toward a waiting police cruiser. The nightmare that had plagued his family for decades was finally, legally, and permanently over.
Elena walked up beside him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Are you okay?"
"I'm exhausted," Mark admitted softly, looking down at her with a profound sense of gratitude. "But for the first time in my life, I feel like I can finally breathe."
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A paramedic walked over, handing Mark a clean blanket and checking his vitals, while another officer approached to collect their official statements and secure the historical documents recovered from the hidden archive.
"We need to check on Emma," Mark said suddenly, turning away from the flashing lights. "She's at the hospital, but she needs to know her home is safe again."
