Chapter 12 - What She Left Behind
The storage unit smelled like dust and old cardboard.
Tyler stayed close to my leg while I unlocked the door and rolled it up.
Inside: one metal filing cabinet and a duffel bag.
The bag held cash. A lot of it. And a second hard drive, identical to the first.
The filing cabinet had folders. Bank records. Photos. Names I didn’t recognize. And one letter in Elena’s handwriting addressed to me.
I sat on the concrete floor and read it while Tyler leaned against my shoulder.
She’d known they would come for her. She’d known Marcus would try to protect her and probably die for it. She’d known I would find the ring.
The last lines were simple.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to tell you while I was alive. Protect Tyler. Burn the rest if you have to. Or use it. Your choice. I love you both. Always.”
I folded the letter and put it in my pocket.
Tyler looked up at me. “Is Mom coming home?”
I pulled him closer. “No, buddy. But we’re gonna be okay.”
I didn’t know if that was true.
Outside, a black sedan sat across the street with its engine running. No one got out. No one waved.
Just watched.
I zipped the duffel, took Tyler’s hand, and walked back to Ruiz’s car.
The sedan followed us for six blocks before peeling off.
Ruiz noticed. “Friends of yours?”
I watched the taillights disappear. “Not anymore.”
Tyler fell asleep against the door on the ride home.
I kept one hand on the duffel and the other on the letter in my pocket.
Elena was gone.
But the war she’d started wasn’t.
And I was done running.
Whatever came next, I would meet it standing up.
For her.
For Tyler.
And for the man I used to call brother.
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