My parents eventually forgave her because that is what parents like mine do, but the trust was never the same.
The house is still there on the bluff, and the waves still crash against the stones with that same indifference they showed on the day of the lockout.
But now, there are cameras on the gates and a new security system that only three people in this world have the code for.
Peace is a beautiful thing, but as my father often says now, it is a thing that must be defended with a very strong lock.
THE END.
