Victor had believed he controlled the ending because he controlled the car, the money, the story, and the witnesses.
He never understood that control is fragile when it depends on everyone else remaining silent.
I did not need to destroy him.
I only needed to survive long enough for the truth to stand in the room with him.
And on the night he expected to begin a new life, the wife he had erased walked down the aisle carrying the daughter he had left in the snow.
That was not the moment I won.
The moment that mattered had happened six weeks earlier, in a blizzard, when I wrapped my body around Lily and chose to keep her warm for one more minute.
Then one more.
Then one more.
Everything after that was consequence.
