Chapter 9 - The Fresh Start
We never went back to our old town. There was nothing left for us there but ghosts and bad memories.
Arthur sold the colonial house and used the funds to buy a beautiful, sunlit cottage on the outskirts of Seattle, right near the water. Lily loved the ocean.
Life settled into a peaceful, quiet routine. Lily started second grade in the fall, her hair growing back in soft, curly brown waves. She made friends, played in the dirt, and laughed—a loud, joyous sound that echoed through the house and healed my fractured soul every single day.
I started a foundation using a portion of my father's trust, dedicated to funding the very experimental trial that had saved Lily’s life. I wanted to make sure no mother ever had to sit in a hospital room, wondering how she would afford to keep her child breathing.
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Sometimes, I thought about the past. I heard through the grapevine that Chloe had moved into a subsidized apartment, working two minimum-wage jobs to support her son. Marcus was serving his time, stripped of his wealth, his status, and his pride.
They had tried to bury us. They didn't realize we were seeds.
