THE BEAUTY OF TRUE JUSTICE
Five years have passed. Today, Nora is a whirlwind of energy, a girl who paints butterflies on the walls and dances until she’s dizzy. She knows her heart was “fixed by magic,” and every night, she has me press my ear to her chest to hear the “drum” inside.
As for Claire and Ethan, the “perfection” they so desperately sought crumbled. Ethan’s business collapsed under the weight of bad investments, and they lost the house with the painted nursery. Claire’s health has declined, leaving her isolated and bitter. She reached out once with an email full of excuses, but I never opened it. I didn’t need an apology to find closure.
