Elaine stood on the train platform just after dawn, suitcase by her feet, a folder clutched in her hand.
The sea sparkled behind her, waves soft against the rocks.
She was headed to the capital—an international art grant interview. A new beginning.
Madame Lila had cried when she left. The children had painted her a goodbye mural: a woman made of stars, reaching for the sun.
“Anna Grey,” the stationmaster called.
She boarded, found her seat by the window, heart fluttering with something unfamiliar—anticipation.
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Halfway through the ride, she opened her bag to review her grant materials.
She froze.
Inside was a thick envelope she hadn’t packed.
Her name was handwritten across the front—her real name.
Inside: a press release officially clearing her name. Court transcripts confirming her innocence. Public statements from James. Donation receipts transferring Whitaker Foundation shares to child survivor programs.
At the bottom: a personal check.
Blank.