For days, Gwen had been walking around hollowed out—haunted by what she’d lost. Her husband, her home, the memories she thought would be hers to keep. But in that moment, watching Elizabeth break down, something shifted. Gwen hadn’t lost everything. Not really.
Elizabeth had stolen ash and thought it was gold. And now she stood at the center of the church, unravelling in front of hundreds of people. Gwen didn’t want to admit, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling satisfied.