As the days turned into weeks with no word from Natalie, Peter began to channel his energy into something productive. He volunteered at local shelters, hoping to find some peace. The garage remained empty, a stark reminder of the incident. “What’s done is done,” he told himself.
Then, just as Peter was beginning to move on, a knock at the door startled him. Opening it, he froze. Standing there was Natalie, her children clutching her hands. Tears streamed down her face as she asked, “Mr. Peter, can we talk?” His heart pounded as he stepped aside.