But Macy had perfect hearing for things she loved, "Treats!? Treats like what? Can I have a snickers? Oh, oh, oh I want nutter butters! Wait—no, not nutter butters—Reese's Peanut Butter Cups! Yeah -definitely peanut butter cups." Felicity laughed.
"You have sonic hearing kid!"
"I know. It's true. It's my superpower."
That moment—where my kid could joke in the face of all she'd been through—that was a moment for the record books. I'd get her all three treats if she wanted. Fuck, she could have the whole store with what she experienced—just to see that smile stay on her face. 
I watched Macy in the rearview mirror as we drove through town. She'd gone silent for a bit. Felicity had given Macy her phone so she could watch a show while we drove. I'd catch her looking out the window at times—with an expression I couldn't quite read. I'm sure there was a lot going through her head. Need to get that therapist scheduled ASAP. 
At CVS, I would have left my girls in the car, but Macy wanted to come in. Felicity and she wandered around, filling their basket with everything from snacks to nail polish to markers to decorate her cast. I waited in line for prescriptions. 
Finishing up, we all climbed back into the car—me with a small brown bag of prescriptions, them with three giant bags of I-don't-know-what. The girls were chattering away talking about colors for toes and nails or some such thing, and I had this feeling of calm wash over me. It's going to take a lot of work, but we're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it.
Walking into the house, the quiet came with the reminders of our rush out the door. The empty caramel corn bag still sat on the kitchen table. Our coffee cups with the dregs of coffee were on the counter. The lights were still on in the kitchen. You could tell we left in a hurry, but it was good to be back home. 
I turned to Macy, and said "why don't you head upstairs, and get settled. I want to grab a shower and then I can make all of us something to eat. Sound good?"
"That sounds good. Thanks dad."
Felicity responded, "Ugh, I need a shower too."
"Okay, how about this—you grab the first shower. I'll get lunch started. Then we can tag team?"
"That's perfect," she leaned forward and in for a kiss. I deepened it, enjoying holding my wife close and just being with her. "It's a good thing we both smell otherwise I'd have to tell you that you smell ripe." 
"Ha!" I swatted her ass while she walked away laughing. "Roses, Felicity! I smell like roses."
Her laughter followed her up the stairs, "sure! Keep telling yourself that!"
I thought back to that night when I watched her walk up the stairs after our argument about the purse. It resonated with me what a different feeling it was today, even after how tumultuous the last few days have been, the sense of belonging and rightness was a major juxtaposition of the sense of dread I had that night. 
Feeling content, I turned to start prepping some lunch. Grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches were definitely called for. 
I was just getting the pan heated when my phone rang. Detective Morrison.
"Mr. Barrett? I hope I'm not interrupting, but I wanted to update you on a development in the case."
"What kind of development?" I asked, lowering my voice and moving toward the living room.
"We've been tracing the financial transactions from your company accounts, and we've discovered something interesting. The money Jessica took wasn't just going to fund her addictions. A significant portion was being transferred to accounts controlled by Brad Jensen."