Chapter 15
The gentle creak of the front door moving in the wind drew all eyes toward the open threshold. A figure stepped timidly onto the porch, silhouetted against the soft glow of the streetlamp outside. It wasn't the police, and it wasn't Marcus.
It was a courier, holding a single, heavy manila envelope bearing the municipal seal. He looked inside hesitantly, seeing the three women sitting quietly around the kitchen island with the toddler, the tension of the evening entirely replaced by a palpable, hard-won peace.
"Delivery for Elena Vance," the courier called out softly, holding out the envelope.
Elena stood up smoothly from her stool, walking across the polished hardwood floor without a trace of the frantic haste that had marked her entrance earlier that evening. She stepped out onto the porch, took the envelope from the courier with a quiet, polite nod, and signed the digital handheld scanner he offered.
"Thank you," Elena said.
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