Salome’s POV
"You owe it to yourself to at least listen," Rigoberto’s voice had echoed through the receiver last night.
I had spent an hour staring at the blank screen of my phone after the call ended. He was wrong. I didn’t owe that family anything. Not my time, not my forgiveness, and certainly not another second of my life. But I did owe myself a clean break. I needed to walk away without any strings attached. That meant facing the fire one last time.
The next morning, I gripped the phone and dialled the number back. I kept my breathing steady.
"I will be there," I said, my voice sounding firmer than I felt. "But let it be clear. I am coming to sign the papers and end this. After today, I want nothing to do with Barnabas or the Richardson Pack."
Rigoberto stayed quiet for a long se
