The days that followed were a mixture of quiet joy and hesitant steps forward. For the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe, as if a weight I'd carried my entire life had finally lifted. With Ferraro's capture, his empire had crumbled; Lucas's network had seen to that. Now, we were free to begin a life of our own—without looking over our shoulders.
The morning sunlight poured into the small house we'd settled into, casting a warm glow over the living room as I made breakfast. Ava sat at the kitchen table, her eyes bright as she colored, humming to herself. The sound was like music to my ears—a simple, ordinary happiness that felt like a treasure after everything we'd been through.
William entered the kitchen, his presence calm and steady, grounding me in a way that felt almost surreal. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he watched me flip pancakes.