Chapter 7 - Justice Served
Before Julian could take two steps, Morgan dropped smoothly to the wooden floorboards.
Two federal agents closed in with lightning speed. Marcus tackled Julian from the side, sending the hunting knife flying into the grass. Julian hit the dirt hard, shouting curses as heavy steel handcuffs snapped around his wrists, biting deep into his skin.
“It’s over, Julian,” Marcus said, standing above him and catching his breath. “You’re going away for a very, very long time.”
As they hauled Julian to his feet and led him toward the flashing red and blue lights of the sheriff cruisers parked at the edge of the property, Julian glared back at Morgan with pure venom.
“You planned this,” he snarled.
“No, Julian,” Morgan replied, standing up and dusting off her jeans, her voice steady and empowered. “I just finally stopped making excuses for you.”
Morgan watched from the porch as the cruiser doors slammed shut and Julian was driven away into the dark night. The suffocating weight that had crushed her chest for years finally lifted, evaporating into the crisp autumn air.
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Marcus walked up the porch steps, smiling warmly. “Well, that’s one way to handle a toxic relationship. You handled that like a seasoned operative, Morgan.”
“Thanks to your team,” Morgan breathed, leaning against the wooden railing and looking out over her grandmother’s orchard. “Now... I think I finally have some peace.”
