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I became a mother, a director, and eventually a woman who could sleep through the night without listening for footsteps.
Harold read a short line from Callum’s final letter:
Let the money go where fear once lived. Let it become keys, rooms, medicine, schoolbooks, and second chances.
I finally understood the condition.
Callum had not left me seventy-seven million dollars only to rescue me from Nolan. He had left it to remind me that rescue means nothing if it ends with only one person safe.
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