My Coworker Sent Me a Photo of My Daughter Standing in 95°F Heat, My MIL Was Supervising

The alpha female emerged from the treeline, followed by three cubs. They played in the fading light, tumbling over each other while their mother watched.

“They’re beautiful,” Sophie breathed.

“They are. And see how the mother watches them? How she’s always between them and any danger? She’s protecting them always. That’s what parents do,” Marshall said.

Sophie was quiet for a moment. “Then, Daddy, I read online. About Grandma. About the trial.”

Marshall’s heart clenched. “Sophie—”

“It’s okay. I wanted to know. Wanted to understand,” she looked up at him with eyes far older than nine years should contain. “I’m glad she can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

“Me too, baby,” Marshall said.

“And Daddy? Thank you. For protecting me. For being like the wolf mother,” Sophie said.

Marshall pulled his daughter close, watching the wolf pack play in the golden hour light. “Always, Sophie. Always.”

Later that evening, back at their cabin, Marshall received an email from an address he didn’t recognize. “You did it. Thomas can rest now. Thank you.”

It was signed simply, Jessica Brennan. Thomas’s sister.

The one who’d sent the journal pages. The one who’d waited 12 years for justice.

Marshall replied. “He can. And so can everyone else she hurt.”

He closed the laptop and joined Sophie by the fire, where she was reading a book about wildlife photography. She wanted to be a documentarian like him when she grew up, she’d announced last week.

Wanted to show people the truth about nature. Marshall thought about truth, about justice, about the long game.

He’d learned patience from the wolves, strategy from years of tracking elusive animals, and ruthlessness from understanding predators. Harriet Wilson had been a predator, but every predator eventually became prey.

That was nature’s truth, and Marshall had simply helped it along.

“Daddy,” Sophie said, looking up from her book. “Can we go see the bears tomorrow?”

“Absolutely. We’ll get up early, bring the good cameras,” Marshall said.

“Will you teach me how to track them?” Sophie asked.

“I’ll teach you everything I know,” Marshall said.

Because that’s what fathers did. They protected, they taught, they ensured their children could survive and thrive in whatever wilderness they faced.

And sometimes, when necessary, they showed their children that even the most dangerous predators could be brought down. But that last lesson could wait.

For now, Sophie just needed to know she was safe, loved, and free. Everything else would come in time.

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