My mom, from what Tyler said, was humiliated beyond words.
Me?
I kept living my life.
Lucas finished his soccer season.
My team at work launched the project successfully.
I started running in the mornings, feeling lighter each day.
One Saturday, while we were walking back from the park, Lucas said, “Dad, when people do bad things, do they always get caught?”
I smiled a little.
“Not always right away,” I said. “But the truth has a way of finding them eventually.”
He nodded like he understood, even if he didn’t fully.
That night, I checked my email one last time.
A new message was waiting from the journalist.
“Thank you for your information. The investigation is ongoing, but I wanted you to know it made a difference.”
I stared at the screen for a while, then closed it.
Because the revenge wasn’t about making them suffer anymore.
