Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 521 I’m Not Alone Anymore

After everything I had been through, teetering on the brink of life and death several times, the headquarters of that sinister organization had been almost entirely dismantled. The last time that desperate couple sought out Sergio, it was clear they were at their wits‘ end.

Most of the resentment I had harbored had dissipated over time. While the Sander family was indeed deplorable, they had faced substantial consequences and seemed genuinely remorseful.

Josh now had his prosthetic leg, hidden beneath dress pants in the car, making his injury unnoticeable.

Greg, carrying several bags, approached cautiously. “Mrs. Bolton, this is a small token from us. Fresh eggs from our chickens and vegetables from Mom’s garden. You’ve just given birth and recently awoken, so you need nourishment for your recovery.

“I know you lack for nothing now, but this is the least we can do.”

Seeing their timid demeanor, I felt a lump in my throat, unable to fully articulate my emotions.

Carter took the items from Greg, speaking up, “Since you’re here, stay for a meal.”

Kate glanced at me briefly before shaking her head. “No, no, we’ll head home. We just wanted to see that Mrs. Bolton is well.”

The drastic changes over the past year had been a severe blow to the Sander family. They had become humble and fearful, a far cry from their once arrogant selves.

Though I had every reason to sever ties with them, I found myself saying, “Since you’re here, stay for dinner.”

“Really?” Kate’s eyes lit up. “I heard you had twins. I brought these for them.”

She reached into the car, but Josh stopped her. “You don’t need to show those things.”

Curious, I watched as Kate pulled out hand–knitted blankets, balls of yarn, and charming knitted dolls. There were many handcrafted toys, little knives, and miniature car models.

I was instantly reminded of the small toys Josh used to make for me when I was a child. Greg had picked up on that tradition.

can buy finer, more intricate items, but Josh insisted homemade is safer. Less chemicals and

forgive us, but at least don’t reject our goodwill toward you and your children. Our only wish is

I was the victim, yet

Carlyns hadn’t fared well. There

her. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Josh’s tense expression softened. “Let’s go

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wiped her tears. “Yes,

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inside, Zoey was playing with Everly, lifting her

chided, Zoey, don’t play rough. Everly only

like this. Youll need the practice for when

bled so much; she almost died. It

Everly’s nose. “You little rascal, you nearly cost Mommy her life. You better be good to

tried to gnaw on Zoey’s fingertip.

this, Kate looked at me. Sensing my softened stance, she grabbed my hand. “Chloe, you’ve been

hands now felt rough against mine.

how have you been?”

much–losing children, then Whitney, and dealing with my disappearances and difficult labor. Each meeting seemed to

alive is

Philippa and Bill eyed the Sanders warily. Their history with