EPILOGUE

Six months later, the Morgan Children Trust became one of the most secure private child welfare funds in the country.
I never spoke to my father again.
Brent disappeared from public record after sentencing.
My mother sent one letter.
I didn’t open it.
On the wall of my new home, there’s a framed photo of Caleb holding my stomach, smiling like he already knew them.
Sometimes I still reach under the bed when I hear noises at night.
Old instinct.
But I don’t need the button anymore.
Because now I understand what it really was.
It wasn’t a weapon.
It was love.
May you like
Prepared in advance.
And powerful enough to outlive death.