Chapter 18 - The Final Ghost
The room fell completely silent.
Sophia sat frozen in the rocking chair, her fingers curling around the velvet armrests.
Liam was dead.
The man who had choked her until the edges of her vision turned black. The man who had terrorized her youth, broken her spirit, and pursued her like a relentless hound across the country.
He hadn't died by Dominic’s hand. He hadn't died in a dramatic showdown.
He had died on a cold, rusted deck in the middle of the Pacific Ocean—a forgotten, broken laborer whose anger had consumed him until there was nothing left.
Dominic walked over to the door, took the manila envelope from Caleb, and closed the oak door softly.
He walked back to Sophia and set the envelope on the low table beside her chair.
“You don't have to open it,” Dominic said gently, kneeling beside her once more. “I can incinerate it right now. You never have to look at it.”
Sophia stared at the faded ink of the shipping label.
“No,” she whispered. “I want to see.”
With steady fingers, Sophia broke the seal.
Inside was Liam’s silver pocket watch—the one his grandfather had given him, the one he had pawned and bought back four times during his drinking binges. And beneath it was a single, folded sheet of notebook paper, stained with salt water and grease.
Sophia unfolded it.
The handwriting was shaky, deteriorated by tremors and delirium, but it was unmistakably Liam’s:
*Sophia,*
*I don't know if this will ever reach you. If it does, it means I finally stopped breathing.*
*I spent three years blaming you for my ruined life. When I saw you on that gallery floor, holding that test… I hated you because you looked whole, and I was in pieces.*
*Vale didn't break me that night. You did, when you looked at him instead of me.*
*I’m sorry for the bruises. I’m sorry I couldn't be a man.*
*Raise the kid well. Don't let her know my name.*
*— Liam.*
A single tear rolled down Sophia’s cheek, splashing onto the stained paper.
It was not a tear of grief.
It was the final release of three years of terror, shame, and invisible chains. The ghost was finally laid to rest in the cold depths of the ocean.
Dominic reached out, taking the letter from her trembling hands, and tossed it into the small brass hearth in the corner. He struck a match and touched it to the corner.
The paper curled, blackened, and vanished into gray ash.
Sophia let out a long, shuddering breath, feeling lighter than she had ever felt in her life. She turned to Dominic, her eyes shining with absolute clarity.
“It’s over,” she whispered.
Dominic gathered her into his arms, lifting her onto his lap in the wide rocking chair, holding her against his heart as the spring breeze drifted through the half-open window.
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“It’s over, little bird,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Now our life begins.”
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