Chapter 9: The Quiet After
Teresa was formally charged on a Thursday.
I read the notification on my phone while standing in the kitchen making coffee.
Amy was at the table helping Frederick with a shape-sorter, guiding his hand toward the right opening, patient and unhurried.
I set the phone down.
"It's done," I said.
Amy looked up.
Frederick pushed a yellow star through the wrong hole and looked delighted about it.
"All of it?" she asked.
"The charges are filed.
Fitch surrendered his license voluntarily ahead of the disbarment hearing.
The deed has been restored to my name.
The power of attorney has been formally invalidated." I picked up my coffee.
"Daniel says the DA expects a plea before it goes to trial."
Amy was quiet for a moment.
She helped Frederick retrieve the star and try again.
"Do you think she'll call?" she asked.
"She already did.
Twice.
I let it go to voicemail."
"Did you listen?"
"Not yet."
Amy nodded slowly.
She wasn't pushing.
She never pushed.
I sat down at the table across from them.
Frederick looked at me, then held up the yellow star.
"That's right," I said.
"Yellow."
He said something that sounded like it had a vowel in it and went back to the puzzle.
Amy looked at me over his head.
"Roy called me yesterday."
I hadn't known that.
"What did he say?"
"He apologized.
For the meeting.
For not telling you." She turned the shape-sorter slightly so Frederick could reach the square opening.
"He said your father would have been ashamed of what happened in that house."
"He said the same thing to me."
"I know.
He told me." She looked up.
"I told him I didn't blame him.
I meant it."
I watched her for a moment.
The way she kept one hand near Frederick without hovering.
The way she'd learned to be present and steady in a house that had been used against her.
"Amy."
She looked at me.
"I'm sorry it took me this long to see it."
She held my gaze.
"You saw it when it mattered."
"I should have seen it sooner."
"Maybe." She reached across the corner of the table and touched my hand once, briefly.
"But you came home early that Friday.
You walked in the door.
You took him from my arms." She glanced at Frederick.
"That's what I remember."
Frederick solved the square.
He looked up at both of us, waiting for a reaction.
"Good job," Amy said.
He grinned and immediately tried to put the star in the same hole.
I listened to the ordinary sounds of the morning — the shape-sorter clicking, Frederick's small concentrated breathing, the coffee cooling in my cup.
The house was quiet in a way it hadn't been in a long time.
Not empty quiet.
Full quiet.
The kind that meant everyone inside it was safe.
I reached over and helped Frederick find the star-shaped hole.
His fingers closed over mine to guide the piece home.
It clicked into place.
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