Chapter 11 - Three Hundred AcresSix months later, I stood on three hundred acres of red earth in Sedona.
The mountains stretched toward the horizon.
The afternoon sun painted the cliffs gold.
Wild lavender moved gently in the wind.
I had purchased the property with recovered assets and established a foundation.
The name was simple.
The Anastasia Vance Refuge for Survivors.
It would provide emergency housing.
Legal assistance.
Medical support.
Financial counseling.
A safe place for women and children who had nowhere else to go.
The first building wasn't luxurious.
It didn't need to be.
It needed to feel safe.
I stood outside that evening and watched the first family arrive.
A mother stepped from the car.
Her daughter held her hand.
The little girl looked at the mountains.
"Mommy," she whispered.
"Are we safe?"
Her mother began to cry.
I walked toward them.
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"Yes," I said.
"You are."
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