A Stranger Handed Me a Blue Box at Church and Said, “You’ll Need This Tonight”—I Wish I’d Opened It Sooner

She was real—flesh and bone, warm, alive. Changed by everything she’d endured, but still her.

“You let me bury you,” I said into her hair. “I watched from a distance when I could,” she whispered. “Every time you visited the wedding tree.

It destroyed me. But it kept you alive.”

Connor limped over, arm properly bandaged. “She saved all of us.

Wore a wire into meetings with Navaro himself. She’s the bravest person I’ve ever worked with.”

Amber called from her restraints, voice small. “Mom, please.

Can we talk?”

Blair turned to our daughter, and her face was granite. “You helped them. You rented them cave space.

You took their money. You helped them try to kill me.”

“I didn’t know they’d hurt you,” Amber sobbed. “You thought dealing with criminals would end well?” Blair’s voice didn’t soften.

“You made your choices. Now you live with them.”

Three months later, we sat in federal court for final sentencing. Sheriff Brennan received twenty-five years.

Callahan got eighteen. Rowan received twenty-two. Amber got twelve years with possibility of parole after eight.

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