Chapter 521

"Justice that comes too late... well, it's not really justice anymore, is it?" In Beckett's eyes, losing his mother made any justice now feel pointless. "But if nothing happens, none of us can move on," Madeleine said as she softly held his fingers. "You're right. If someone did wrong, they've got to pay for it—sooner or later." Beckett nodded slowly. ... At Danna's place. Maybe she really had changed—she was wearing an apron, covered in flour, busy moving around the kitchen with her son Terrell. Maybe it was Terrell running away that finally got through to her. Maybe she'd finally woken up and realized how little attention she'd given her kid all these years. "Terrell, what is this supposed to be? A little bunny? Or maybe a piggy?" Danna teased, laughing at the odd little dough shapes he'd made. Terrell laughed back, nestling into her arms playfully. "It's a bunny, Mom. I made it for Chris. I'm gonna steam it for her." Danna sighed, crouching down to face him seriously. "Terrell, Momm