My heart cracked for the little girl who’d already lost so much. It hadn’t been easy for her when she’d heard I’d landed in the hospital. We’d spoken on the phone a few times since my attack, but I was finally getting some quality time with my girl. “I’ll be one hundred percent in a few weeks. I just have to pack around this ugly cast in the meantime.” I held up my plaster-covered arm. “Think you could help me decorate it?”

A small smile appeared on Zoe’s face, and she nodded.

I picked up a few markers from the coffee table. The action made my head spin, but I kept a smile on my face, not wanting Zoe to worry. The concussion still gave me some nasty lingering side effects, but they were lessening each day. I patted the seat next to me. “Come on over.”

Zoe made her way to me as Ingrid and Crosby watched from chairs across the way. She carefully lowered herself to the sofa and picked up a marker. “How about some flowers?”

“That sounds perfect. Flowers will brighten up this cast for sure.”

Zoe was quiet as she worked, and I gave her time, knowing she’d open up when she was ready. She drew blooms of pink and purple and orange, creating a green vine that connected them all. Still focused on her work, she asked, “They got the bad guy, right?”

My chest gave another squeeze. “They got him, Zo. He’s going to jail for a long time.”

The footage from the camera right outside my door had been a slam dunk. Between that and the statements from my doctors, Grant had been charged with attempted murder. It would probably get lowered to aggravated assault when we went to court, but Grant wouldn’t get away this time. He was going to pay for his actions.

Annabelle and Clark had shown up on the island briefly but had fled back to Seattle to lick their wounds and try to figure out a way to get their son off without prison time. It wasn’t going to happen. And the entire island had been happy to see them go.

The most surprising revelation had been that Lacey had helped with the attempted bribery of Judge Moore. They’d found her fingerprints all over the briefcase of cash that had been left at his home. Prints that had been on file from when Bell had gotten Lacey locked up for underage drinking. She probably would avoid actual jail time, but Lacey was going to be on probation at the very least. It seemed like Karma was finally paying a visit to those who deserved it.