Epilogue: The Truth They Couldn’t Bury
Clara’s fingers twitched against mine.
It was small, barely more than a whisper of movement, but it shattered the last of my fear. She was fighting. Somewhere beneath the drugs, beneath the darkness they had forced over her, my wife was still there.
I bent closer to her.
“I’m here,” I whispered. “You and the baby are safe now.”
The chapel doors burst open moments later. Officers flooded the room. Dr. Crane sank into a chair as if his bones had dissolved. Marcus was disarmed before he could speak. Helena Vale stood perfectly still, her face stripped of power for the first time in her life.
They had built their empire on silence, signatures, and fear.
But Clara’s child had kicked at the coffin wall like a tiny fist against a kingdom of lies.
And that truth was the one thing the Vale family could not cremate.