Chapter 10: What Came After
The house on the north side had seven bedrooms.
Victor had the inspection done in three days.
Sandra Okafor came on a Thursday morning, walked through every room, checked every window latch and smoke detector and cabinet lock, and signed her name at the bottom of a form that made it official.
The children moved in on a Saturday.
Daniel carried his own bag and helped the twins with theirs.
Lucas walked through every room on his own before he chose which one he wanted, which took forty-five minutes and which nobody rushed.
Mia ran up the stairs twice before she remembered she wasn't supposed to run inside, then looked at me to see if I had noticed, and I had, and I let it go.
Noah walked through the front door, looked up at the ceiling, and said, "Big."
"It is big," Victor agreed.
"Are there stairs?"
"Yes."
"Can I go up?"
"Yes."
Noah went up the stairs very carefully, one step at a time, holding the railing with both hands.
Victor walked behind him without being asked.
I stood in the front hallway and watched them go up together.
Marcus had called that morning.
The guardianship had been formally approved by the court.
Richard had not appealed.
His attorney had sent a single letter to Marcus's office, terse and formal, withdrawing all outstanding petitions.
Marcus said he didn't expect to hear from Richard again.
"He knows the documents are secured," Marcus said.
"There's nothing left to fight for.
Not legally."
"And the properties?"
"Elena's estate stands as written.
Victor is working with the estate attorney to ensure the properties are managed appropriately going forward.
Some of that may eventually benefit the children directly." He paused.
"Elena planned further ahead than any of us realized."
I thought about that.
About Elena in this basement, sick and frightened, writing letters and sealing envelopes and trusting a twelve-year-old girl with everything she had left.
She had known what she was doing.
She had always known.
The DNA test results came back on a Tuesday.
Victor told me before he told anyone else.
He came and found me in the kitchen, where I was helping Emma with her reading homework while Ava sat beside her pretending to do her own work but actually listening to Emma's.
He stood in the doorway.
I looked at him.
He nodded once.
I looked back down at Emma's book.
"Keep going," I told her.
"From the top of the paragraph."
Emma read.
Ava listened.
Victor stayed in the doorway for a moment, then went to find Noah.
I heard them in the next room.
Victor's voice, low and steady.
Noah's voice, asking something about the wooden blocks.
Victor answering.
I didn't go in.
Some things don't need a witness.
That evening, after the younger children were in bed, Daniel came and sat with me in the kitchen.
He was quiet for a while.
Then he said, "Is Victor going to be here?
Like, actually here?"
"I think so."
"Not just the money part.
Actually here."
"I think so," I said again.
"He came back every day this week.
He ate dinner with us last night."
Daniel was quiet.
"Elena would have liked that," he said.
"Yeah," I said.
"She would have."
He went to bed.
I sat alone at the kitchen table for a little while.
The house was quiet in a way that felt different from the basement.
Fuller, somehow.
Like the quiet had more room to breathe.
Victor came in and poured two glasses of water and set one in front of me without asking.
"How are you doing?" he said.
"I'm fine."
"Olivia."
I looked up.
"I'm tired," I said.
"I've been tired for a long time.
But I'm okay."
He sat down across from me.
"You don't have to keep running everything," he said.
"You're allowed to just be thirteen."
"I know."
"Do you?"
I thought about it honestly.
"I'm working on it," I said.
He almost smiled.
"Fair enough."
We sat there for a while.
Not talking.
The kind of quiet that doesn't need to be filled.
On the wall of the kitchen, Noah had taped one of his drawings.
A house with seven windows.
Seven stick figures standing in front of it.
One of them was taller than the rest.
He had written a word underneath in large, careful letters.
HOME.
I looked at it for a long time.
Then I drank my water and went to bed.
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Some people show up when it's easy.
Elena showed up when it was hard, and so did a thirteen-year-old girl who simply refused to let six children disappear.
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