She looked up. It was the same face, but everything felt different now.
From this moment on, she felt no love for him at all. Only hatred remained.
“Alright,” she replied evenly. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring the baby.”
Colton paused, surprised she didn’t argue. Then he said nothing more and left, once again with Kinsey at his side.
Kenzie proceeded to get her ID and passport. Then she packed the divorce certificate, Colton’s copy, the child’s death certificate, and every piece of evidence she’d gathered over the years exposing Kinsey’s crimes. She sealed the envelope and handed it to the courier.
Tomorrow’s family dinner wouldn’t be a reunion. It would be a reckoning.
She would seek justice for herself, for the child she lost, and for her foster mother!
After packing the last of her belongings, Kenzie pulled her suitcase toward the door and deleted her fingerprint from the smart lock.
She was done with this hell completely.
Outside, Clarkson was already waiting by the car, holding the roses she loved most.
“Kenzie…” he said softly. “I’m here to take you home. Let’s go?”
“Alright.”
She got into the car and glanced back as the villa shrank in the distance.