A picture of Lena and Maya standing in front of their apartment.
Smiling.
Home.
Safe.
The old man’s eyes lingered on the photo.
For a moment he said nothing.
Then he noticed writing beneath the frame.
Three simple words.
You believed first.
Arthur swallowed hard.
Because the truth was he hadn’t saved them.
Not really.
The evidence had saved them.
The law had saved them.
The truth had saved them.
All he had done was stop long enough to listen.
