Meliza's POV
"Meliza, I can't believe it..." I turned at the sound of my mother's voice just as she stepped into my room. Her hands were clasped together, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears—not of sorrow, but of relief. Of happiness.
"Elijah is setting us free," she said, almost breathless, as if speaking the words aloud would somehow make them more real.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers toying with the edge of the contract that still lay beside me. I had read it over and over again, yet the weight of its meaning hadn't fully sunk in.
"Yeah... me too," I murmured.
She took a shaky breath and sat beside me, reaching for my hands. "He's such a good man, Meliza," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
I swallowed, my heart twisting at the words.
Good.