Chapter 7 - The New Order
Back in the suburbs, the town was undergoing a metamorphosis. Without the Thorne estate’s influence, the local government began to crack under the scrutiny of the federal investigation.
I was at the park with Maya and little Maya, pushing her on the swing, when Diane Thorne approached me. She looked frail, her hair unkempt, a stark contrast to the woman who used to demand I wear finer jewelry to dinner.
“Sarah,” she started, stopping a few feet away. “Please. Can you talk to the feds? Marcus is... he’s not doing well in holding.”
I didn't stop pushing the swing.
“He’s receiving the due process of the law, Diane. That’s more than he gave to the people he stole from.”
“He’s your husband!”
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“He’s a man who tried to steal my daughter,” I replied, looking her in the eyes. “The time for favors ended the moment you decided I was worth less than Elena Vance.”
She turned and walked away, her shoulders slumped. I didn't feel a flicker of sympathy. I felt the steady, calm rhythm of a life reclaimed.
