What Grew Back
It was Bright's hand that reached Callum first, hauling him back and away as two officers pinned Grady into the dirt he'd been so desperate to dig back up. The waterproof case ended up in an evidence bag before sunrise, and what was inside it turned out to be worth more than anything four million dollars could have covered.
A second ledger. Grady's private one, the copy he'd kept as insurance against exactly the kind of partner Roland turned out to be — every skimmed account, every shell transfer, six years of it, alongside a series of texts between the two men from the week Corinne disappeared. Roland's messages didn't confess outright, not the way television made you expect a confession to look. But one line, sent at 1:52 a.m. the night her phone stopped moving, needed no interpretation at all: Handled. Don't ask again.
Grady's lawyer tried to argue accessory after the fact, panic, no foreknowledge. The texts undid most of that on their own. He was charged with conspiracy, evidence tampering, and six years of securities fraud, and took a plea rather than let a jury hear the recording of him telling Callum, at gunpoint, that he couldn't have his name near "any of it."
Roland's trial took longer. Talia never had to take the stand — the doorbell footage, the soil, the coat, the ledger, and Roland's own words did the work instead. He was convicted on all counts in the spring, eight months almost to the day after Callum found the padlock he still sometimes dreamed about.
Talia turned eleven that June. She slept with her door open, still, but by then it was habit more than fear, and she'd started sitting with her back to windows again without noticing she was doing it.
Callum planted a garden bed outside their new place that same June — nothing fancy, just some marigolds Talia picked out at the hardware store because she liked the color, planted in a wide, uneven, deliberately imperfect line.
"It doesn't have to be a square," she told him, patting the soil flat with both hands.
"No," Callum said. "It doesn't."
They stood back together and looked at it, dirt on both their hands, nothing buried underneath it but roots.