Aunt Serena’s role in this treachery stung just as deeply. She had been family, confidant, and friend. Her betrayal was a knife twisted alongside Dennis’s. But I would deal with her later. The immediate threat had to be neutralized, and in this case, it was Dennis. This wasn’t just about revenge; this was about ensuring he could never harm Meadow—or any child—again.

I took a deep breath, letting the icy clarity of my resolve wash over me. I could feel the soldier within me rising to the surface, her purpose and focus sharpening with each passing second. The legal system would take time, and while it churned, I would ensure Meadow’s story was heard and believed. Every bruise on her body was a testament to the truth she spoke, and I would make sure they were not ignored.