“What? Explain it all away over cocktails?” I interrupted, my voice like steel. “You abandoned me, and now you’re trying to justify abandoning your own father?”

At that moment, the sound of approaching sirens pierced the tense silence. The blue and red lights flashed through the windows, casting a surreal glow over the pristine kitchen. Richard and Martha exchanged panicked glances.

“What did you do?” Martha hissed, backing away as if my presence was suddenly toxic.

“I did what you taught me,” I replied. “I took matters into my own hands. You see, I’m not just your daughter anymore. I’m a federal judge, sworn to uphold the law. And right now, the law is knocking at your door.”

As if on cue, the front door burst open, and officers swarmed in. They moved swiftly, efficiently, handcuffing Richard and Martha, reading them their rights. Richard sputtered protests, while Martha wept silently, the reality of their actions closing in around them.

I watched, my heart a mix of relief and sorrow, as my parents were escorted out. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Family was meant to be a source of love, not betrayal. But sometimes, justice must prevail over blood ties.

I returned to the shed, finding Grandpa Henry still huddled beneath my coat. His frail body was warmer now, and his fearful eyes softened when he saw me. “Evie,” he whispered, a hint of hope returning to his voice.

Gently, I helped him to his feet. “You’re safe now, Grandpa,” I assured him, holding him close. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

As we made our way back to my car, I glanced back at the mansion, its grandeur now nothing more than a hollow shell. It had been a house of cards, collapsing under the weight of its own corruption.

Grandpa Henry leaned against me, his steps slow but steady. Together, we left behind the cold, both outside and within, moving toward a new beginning—one built on truth, love, and justice.