It's been five months.
Five long, heavy, painful months since everything changed.
Allison sat by the window of her small apartment in the city. Rain was tapping softly against the glass. It was quiet, except for the noise of the world outside. A world that now knew her name. Her story. Her pain. Her truth.
She closed her eyes. Her fingers held the edge of the warm mug she hasn’t even sipped yet. It’s been sitting there for an hour now, but she hadn’t moved.
A laptop was on the table, opened. The headline of a news article was flashing:
“TRUTH UNCOVERED: The Story of Allison Gon, Daughter of the Fallen Justice.”
And under that,
“Thousands Mourn As Secrets Are Finally Revealed.”
She opened her eyes again. It didn’t feel real sometimes. The world finally saw what was behind those locked walls. Behind all the lies. Behind what they forced her to forget.
She made sure they saw it. Every single one of them.
She leaked the footage. The files. The evidence. The hidden audio. All those things she kept after regaining her memories. She made sure the world would know the names of those people who ruined her family. The ones who silenced her mother. The ones who used her father and turned him into a shadow. And the ones who tried to erase her.
She did it for justice. She did it for her. She did it for her mother.
She did it for the father she couldn’t save in time.
Allison looked up as the soft knock on her door came. She didn’t answer right away.
“Come in,” she said without looking.
It was the landlady, a sweet old woman who always brought her tea every Sunday.
“You haven’t eaten again, sweetheart.”
“I’ll eat later,” Allison answered quietly.
“You said that yesterday.”
The old woman placed a small plate of bread and eggs on the table beside her.
“You know, the world thinks you’re a hero now.”
Allison gave a soft laugh, one without joy.
“I don’t feel like one.”
The landlady sat across from her, folding her arms.
“You did what no one could. You gave people the truth.”
“But it didn’t bring my parents back.”
“No, sweetheart. But it gave meaning to their pain. You gave their silence a voice.”
Allison looked out the window again.
“I just want peace now.”
“You deserve it.”
The woman stood up and walked away, but not before gently squeezing Allison’s shoulder.
She was alone again.
The world outside continued. Papers flew across the street from wind. Cars honked. People moved on.
But Allison remained still.
Flashbacks hit her, every now and then. Her mother’s soft laugh. Her father’s strong arms. The smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning. The sound of her mother humming in the kitchen.
And then the screams. The blood. The fire.
She closed her eyes again.
Everything had a price.
And peace wasn’t cheap.
She stood up slowly, walking toward her laptop again. There were thousands of emails. Letters from people who supported her. Messages from journalists. Politicians. Even strangers.
Some hated her. Some praised her. Some wanted more.
But all Allison wanted… was less.
She clicked one video file.
Her voice echoed through the speakers. It was her confession video. The one she recorded five months ago.
“My name is Allison Gon. Daughter of the man you all once believed was your hero… and your enemy. I was made to forget everything. But I remember now. And you need to know. Not just for me. But for everyone who suffered under the hands of people hiding behind power. This is the truth.”
The video continued. Evidence was laid out. One after another. Shocking names. Hidden connections. Courtrooms filled. Trials happened.
Many of those responsible were now behind bars.
But some weren’t. Some disappeared. Some had money and connections.
Justice… was never complete.
But at least, it began.
Allison turned off the video. She stood up and finally took a sip from her cold mug.
She winced.
“Disgusting,” she mumbled. “Just like the system.”
She smiled a little. A real one this time.
She walked over to her closet and pulled out a box. Inside it was the locket. The one he gave her. The one with the photo. Her parents. Her. Together.
She placed it around her neck.
And as she looked into the mirror, Allison saw something different.
She was no longer the scared girl. She was the fire.
There was a knock again.
This time it wasn’t the landlady.
She opened it to find a man in a suit.
“Miss Gon?”
“Yes?”
“I’m Agent Hale. We’re reopening an old investigation connected to your father. We’d like you to assist us.”
Allison stared at him. Then stepped aside.
“Come in. I’m not done yet.”
Not by a long shot.
Justice had a second chapter.
And this time, Allison Gon was writing it herself.