Epilogue: The Garden of Noah
Lily’s headstone was finally finished. It sat under a large oak tree, the grass green and well-tended. Emily sat on the stone bench she had installed nearby.
“It’s done, Lily,” she whispered. “Everyone is where they belong.”
She looked down at the trust documents in her lap. She had used the last of the money Jason had tried to hoard to build “Noah’s Garden”—a public park with a state-of-the-art playground and a memorial for victims fir of domestic violence.
The house—the scene of the tragedy—was gone. Emily had it demolished. In its place, she planted a grove of white lilies.
As she stood to leave, a young woman walked up to the memorial wall in the park. She was holding a small child’s hand, looking lost and tired. Emily recognized the look. It was the look Lily had in the grainiest frames of that security footage.
