Chapter 10 - Sunday DinnerThe Sunday evening sun cast a warm, golden glow across the dining room table in our house on Elm Street.
The smell of roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and homemade apple pie filled every corner of the house. Outside, the autumn wind rustled the falling leaves, but inside, the air was warm, safe, and filled with the sound of genuine laughter.
Lily and I sat across from each other at the mahogany table. There were no ghosts lingering in the corners, no threats waiting at the gate, and no shadows hiding in the hallway.
“Pass the potatoes, Dad,” Lily smiled, holding out her bowl.
I scooped a generous helping onto her plate, smiling back at her. “Eat up. You’ve got a big tournament to prep for next weekend.”
“Don't worry, Coach,” she laughed, taking a bite. “My fighters are ready for anything.”
I leaned back in my chair, holding my wine glass, looking around the room. The house was quiet, solid, and enduring. The hidden floorboard beneath the grandfather clock remained locked and undisturbed, its dark secrets safely put away where they belonged.
I didn't need the dossier anymore. I didn't need the gun, the medals, or the ghosts of Division 7.
My true strength wasn't buried in a secret compartment. It was sitting right across the table from me, smiling, whole, and free.
I raised my glass toward her.
“To new beginnings,” I said softly.
Lily’s smile widened as she raised her glass to meet mine.
Clink.
The crystal chimed together in the quiet evening air—a clear, ringing note of peace, resilience, and unconditional love.
May you like
The storm was over. The porch was safe.
And we were finally home.
