Months later, Olivia sat at the same kitchen table on another gray Chicago morning.
The coffee machine hissed behind her.
Lake Michigan disappeared into fog beyond the windows.
Her breakfast was warm because no one had summoned her from the table to pack a suitcase for a lie.
Her phone displayed the final notice from the bank.
All unauthorized wedding charges had been recovered.
Olivia closed the message, lifted her coffee, and watched the city wake beneath her.
The money was hers again.
More importantly, so was her life.
