Chapter 19 - Healing Wounds While Holding a Child’s Hand
The next morning, the sun broke through the heavy clouds, casting a golden glow over the tranquil Westchester estate.
Inside the bright kitchen, little Lily sat at the marble table eating pancakes dusted with powdered sugar.
Adrian sat beside her in his wheelchair, smiling genuinely as she offered him a bite of her favorite pastry.
“Is the bad man gone forever now, Daddy?” Lily asked, swinging her small legs back and forth under the chair.
“Forever and always, princess. Nothing will ever hurt you in this house again,” Adrian promised, kissing her forehead.
He knew the war wasn't truly over—that Elena Maren was still out there playing a much deeper, deadlier game.
But for the first time in three years, he didn't feel like a broken man waiting for his heart to stop beating.
He had a daughter who loved him, a loyal security detail that would walk through fire for him, and a renewed purpose.
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The scars remained carved deep into his flesh and bone, but the soul beneath them was finally entirely his own.
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