Chapter 17
Sarah noticed the shift in his posture, walking over and placing her hand gently on his arm. "What does it say, Caleb? Is it from them?"
Caleb handed her the letter without a word. The message was short and chillingly bitter: You think you won everything, but empires built on blood always demand a final reckoning.
Sarah read the words, a slight shiver running down her spine despite the warm summer air. She looked up at her husband with sudden apprehension. "Do you think Marcus or Evelyn managed to send this out? Could they still be a threat?"
Caleb took the letter back, folding it neatly in half and sliding it into his pocket with absolute indifference. "They are locked inside maximum-security federal cells with zero outside communication privileges, Sarah. This is just the dying gasp of a broken ego trying to rattle a cage that can no longer be opened."
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a secure, reassuring embrace. "Nothing can touch us here. We built this fortress out of truth, and no ghost from the past can breach these walls."
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Sarah nodded, letting out a steady breath as the lingering shadow of the letter evaporated into the bright summer sunshine. She trusted him completely, knowing that her husband was a soldier who never left his post unprotected.
They tore the letter into tiny pieces and tossed it into the recycling bin, refusing to give the toxic remnants of their past another second of mental real estate. Their present was far too beautiful to waste on shadows.
