EPILOGUE: THE LIFE THAT STAYED
Vincent’s empire collapsed in less than a month.
Not through war.
Through exposure.
Elena’s testimony dismantled every layer of the constructed narrative.
The crash.
The identity replacement.
The erased records.
Everything.
And Logan?
He didn’t rebuild the family business.
He buried it.
Greystone Manor stopped being a grave.
It became a home again.
One morning, Luna sat on the porch drawing the river.
Nova was chasing light through the garden.
Elena stood beside Logan quietly.
“You didn’t have to burn everything down,” she said.
Logan looked at her.
“Yes,” he said. “I did.”
She studied him for a long moment.
“Why?”
Logan glanced at the girls.
Then back at her.
“Because they already tried to bury you once.”
A pause.
Then Elena reached for his hand.
“This time,” she said softly, “we stay.”
And for the first time in eight years—
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the house did not remember death.
It remembered life.
