Chapter 10
Three months later.
Chloe’s make-up piano recital.
We rented out the small auditorium at the community center. We invited her therapist, the detectives, the CPS caseworker, the prosecutor, Dr. Hale, all our friends and family.
The room was packed.
Chloe stood backstage in her white recital dress. The one she’d never gotten to wear that terrible day.
She was twisting the hem, nervous.
“Dad,” she said. “What if I mess up?”
I knelt in front of her. I straightened her hair. I clipped the little pearl barrette Meredith had given her into her pigtail.
“You’re not gonna mess up,” I said. “And even if you do, everyone in that room loves you more than anything. They’re not here to judge you. They’re here to cheer for you. Because you’re the bravest person any of us have ever met.”
She took a deep breath.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m ready.”
Her name was called.
She walked out onto the stage.
The whole room stood up and clapped.
She bowed. Her little face was pink, but she was smiling.
She sat down at the piano.
She put her fingers on the keys.
And she played.
It was perfect.
Every note. Every pause. Every little flourish she’d practiced for months.
When she finished, the room erupted.
People cheered. Yelled her name. Clapped so hard their hands must have hurt.
She stood up. She bowed again.
Then she looked right at me, Meredith, and Eleanor, sitting in the front row.
She smiled.
After the recital, we had a party in the lobby.
Cake. Cookies. Punch. Balloons.
Chloe ran around, showing everyone her new trophy, laughing, talking, the happy little girl she’d been before Richard stole that from her.
I stood by the wall, watching her.
Meredith came over. She leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Look at her,” she said, soft. “I thought we’d lost her. That day in her room, I thought we’d never get her back.”
I put my arm around her.
“We didn’t lose her. We fought for her. And we won.”
Eleanor came over. She was holding a framed photo of Chloe at the piano.
“Thank you,” she said to me. “If you hadn’t believed her that day… I don’t even want to think what would have happened. You’re a good man, Harrison. A good father.”
I smiled.
“Chloe’s the good one,” I said. “She’s the brave one. We just followed her lead.”
Later that night, we got home.
Chloe was tired, full of cake and happiness.
I carried her up to her room. I changed her into her pajamas. I tucked her in.
I sat on the edge of her bed, like I’d done a hundred nights before.
“Dad?” she said, sleepy.
“Yeah, kiddo?”
“Is the bad man ever gonna come back?”
I brushed the hair off her forehead.
“Never. He’s locked up far, far away. He can never hurt you again. Or anyone else.”
She nodded.
“I’m not scared anymore,” she said. “I know you and Mommy and Grandma Eleanor will always keep me safe. I know I’m loved.”
My throat closed up.
I leaned down. I kissed her forehead.
“You are loved,” I said. “More than stars. More than the moon. More than anything in the whole wide world.”
I turned off the light. I left the door cracked, just how she liked it.
I walked down the hall.
Meredith was waiting for me. She had her arms open.
I walked into them.
We held each other in the dark hallway, outside our daughter’s room.
We’d been through hell.
We’d fought monsters.
We’d almost lost each other.
But we’d made it.
We were whole.
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We were safe.
And for the first time in a very long time, everything was exactly as it should be.
