Grace's POV
Agent Brown, or my mother, unlocks the door. And she's correct, Jack's in handcuffs being led outside, while a team of officers are scattered around.

"Alright, once you've all given testimony, you're free to go. You'll be contacted regarding a trial and such." Mom says, ushering us all to an officer to be interviewed.

I give the man my name and contact information, spilling every detail back to the night I was taken through the abuse with Rian and Matt, to present. I don't know at what point I started crying, but the tears are flowing freely.

This has been, and will always be, the hardest time of my life. But it's okay now - this ordeal is over. I can move on, start my life with Alex.

It will be okay. I know it will. I stand up and get ready to leave, noticing Alex and Zack by the door. But on my way over there, a hand grabs my arm. Mother.

"Where do you think you're going, Grace? You're coming home with me."

I snort. "Not likely, Agent Brown. I'm eighteen, and I'm living with my boyfriend and friend. Maybe, just maybe, I'll work on reconnecting with you. But not today. I've been locked up here for too long, and I'm going to go live my life. I suggest you do the same."