Chapter 9 – What Grace Built After
Two years after the settlement, Grace had left her fellowship position for a permanent role at the firm, her handling of the Winslow Agricultural Holdings case having established a reputation in workplace safety litigation that brought her a steady stream of new clients seeking exactly the kind of thorough, unintimidated representation she’d provided the original plaintiffs.
She and Daniel bought a modest house of their own, forty minutes from the Winslow family property, close enough for occasional, carefully managed family visits, far enough to maintain the independence both of them had discovered they valued more than they’d previously realized.
Margaret attended exactly one of these visits in the two years following the settlement, a stiff, brief dinner that neither side pretended was fully comfortable, though both, notably, showed up for it anyway.
“I don’t know if we’ll ever be close,” Grace told Daniel afterward. “I’m not sure I need us to be, honestly. I just needed her to understand that evicting us over a layoff wasn’t the harmless practicality she framed it as at the time.”
“I think she understands that now,” Daniel said. “Whether she’d ever say so directly is a different question entirely.”
Grace nodded, satisfied with an outcome that hadn’t required reconciliation to feel, finally, like justice.
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