“You do not need to forgive them because they deserve it. But leave a space for forgiveness so you can walk forward in peace, my soldier.”
I pulled out my phone and called my JAG team.
I ordered them to drop the criminal perjury push against Dad.
Not because he deserved mercy.
Not because I felt sympathy for the man who tried to destroy me.
Because Gran asked me to.
The final act of my campaign would not be vengeance.
But I required one thing.
A permanent, ironclad restraining order barring him from Gran’s property forever.
He would never again step onto that land.
Never touch the house.
The trees.
The shed.
The dirt she had walked on.
That ground was mine.
And it was sacred.
Afterward, the anonymous letters stopped.
The legal threats vanished.
Dad ended his partnership with Gerald Foss within a week.
Foss had already been told that the state bar was reviewing his conduct.
