Chapter 21 - THE MOUNTAIN RETREAT
The cabin was isolated, surrounded by dense pine trees and blanketed in a thick layer of fresh, untouched snow.
The boys slept soundly upstairs, exhausted from the sudden late-night adventure they thought was a camping trip.
Damon sat by the stone fireplace, stoking the flames while Laura stared blankly out the frost-covered window.
"We can't run forever, Damon," she said softly, her breath fogging up the glass against the freezing night.
"We aren't running; we're drawing them out," Damon replied, checking the secure satellite phone on the wooden table.
"Who is 'them'?" Laura demanded, turning to face him, her eyes flashing with a protective mother's fury.
"The shadow trust fund that funded my mother’s corporate operations," Damon explained grimly.
"They think there are still offshore accounts hidden under my family name that they can plunder."
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Laura walked over to the fire, sitting down on the wooden bench beside him, the distance between them vanishing.
"Then we finish this once and for all," she said, her voice steady, proving she was no longer the victim of three years ago.
