“Are we leaving, Mom?” Leo asked softly, sensing that the storm inside the house had passed, leaving only ruins behind.
Chloe forced a gentle, genuine smile to her lips. She knelt down in front of her son, reaching out to cup his face in her hands.
“Yes, sweetheart. We’re leaving,” she said.
“Did… did Grandpa and Grandma not like us?” Leo asked, a hint of childhood vulnerability cracking through his usual observant demeanor.
Chloe shook her head, pulling him into a tight, protective embrace. “It’s not that they didn’t like us, Leo. It’s that they were afraid of the truth. Your father was a hero. He saved this entire town, and he saved us. And today, we finally finished his work.”
She stood up, holding Leo’s hand tightly in her own. As they walked down the sidewalk toward the bus stop that would take them back to their real home in Chicago, the distant, distinct sound of police sirens began to echo through the quiet streets of Albany.
One sentence on the back of an old photograph had destroyed the family that threw her away. But as Chloe looked down at her son, she knew that from those ashes, a real family had finally survived.
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