I stayed calm as Trevor’s threats tumbled over me. “Go ahead, call the police,” I said, my voice steady. “Tell them exactly what you received.”
In the background, I could hear Madison’s soft, heart-wrenching cries. “It’s all in the files,” I told him—every secret, every lie, everything he thought was buried. Madison deserved to know the truth about who she married.
Trevor’s anger faltered. “You had no right,” he spat.
“I had every right,” I replied. “Madison is my daughter. You underestimated a mother’s love.”
After the call, Madison whispered, “Thank you.” She moved back home, ring gone, heart broken but resilient. Trevor disappeared, and for the first time, Madison was free. Sometimes the hardest truths are the ones that save us.
