Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Inspector Weber stepped forward, holding a folder of extradition documents. “Mr. Vance, you are being transferred to federal marshals for transport back to the United States on multiple felony charges.”
Harrison sank back into his chair, the arrogant smirk that had tormented me for years finally crumbling into pathetic, pale defeat as the Swiss guards escorted him away.
Two days later, Tyler and I sat in the business class cabin of a flight heading back home to Virginia, Daniel resting peacefully across the aisle after finishing his filings.
The black card lay safely tucked inside my purse, no longer a mysterious secret, but a testament to my father’s protective foresight and my son’s astonishing courage.
Tyler leaned his head against my shoulder, gazing out the window at the endless blue sky above the Atlantic Ocean. He looked lighter now, the heavy, guarded look completely gone from his eyes.
“Mom?” Tyler asked quietly, his hand finding mine and squeezing it tightly.
“Yes, honey?”
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“Can we stop at that diner near the house when we land? The one with the blueberry pancakes?”
I smiled, feeling a warm tear of pure joy slip down my cheek as I rested my chin against his head. “We can eat all the pancakes in the world, Tyler. We’re finally going home.”
