Chapter 15
One year after the staircase, Bastian and Ophelia were racing each other through the foyer.
Leander heard footsteps above him.
His entire body tensed before his mind caught up.
Then Bastian came down three steps at a time.
Ophelia followed.
“Stop running on the stairs.”
Both children groaned.
That sound made Leander smile.
Normal parental irritation had returned.
No clinical language.
No incident report.
No notebook.
Just:
Stop running.
Bastian reached the bottom first.
“I won.”
“You cheated.”
“I’m faster.”
“You pushed me.”
Bastian’s face changed immediately.
Ophelia saw it.
So did Leander.
She corrected herself.
“I mean you blocked me.”
Bastian exhaled.
“Yeah.”
The moment passed.
Not erased.
Managed.
That evening they ate dinner in Caroline’s old office, which had gradually become a family reading room.
A package waited on Leander’s desk.
From Grant.
Inside was an envelope addressed to both children.
Melisande’s handwriting.
Bastian stared at it.
Ophelia moved closer to Leander.
“What is it?”
“A letter.”
“From her?”
“Yes.”
“Did you read it?”
“No.”
Bastian looked at his father.
“Why not?”
“Because it isn’t addressed to me.”
Ophelia frowned.
“What if it says something mean?”
“Then you don’t have to finish it.”
“What if it says sorry?”
“You still don’t have to forgive her.”
Bastian picked up the envelope.
He turned it over.
Melisande had completed every legal requirement so far.
She had complied with the protective order.
Had not attempted contact through friends or relatives.
The letter had been reviewed only to ensure it contained no threats or prohibited requests.
Its emotional content remained hers.
Bastian placed it back down.
“I don’t want to read it.”
Ophelia asked:
“Ever?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe when I’m older.”
She thought about that.
Then:
“Me too.”
Leander placed the envelope in an unlocked desk drawer.
Not hidden.
Not displayed.
Available.
Everything else had an answer.
The house remained protected.
The trust had been restored.
The false behavior records were discredited.
The residential-school plan was dead.
Melisande had faced consequences.
Bastian and Ophelia both understood that their father had never planned to send them away.
Only one question remained.
Someday, after fear no longer controlled the memory of that staircase, would either child want to hear Melisande’s explanation in her own words?
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Leander did not know.
This time, he was grateful the decision was not his.
