Chapter 2
Sarah stirred beneath the heavy dark grey blanket, her breathing shallow and ragged as the lingering trauma gripped her nervous system. Caleb slid back onto the edge of the mattress, his large calloused hand gently stroking her unbruised hair.
"You're safe now, Sarah," he whispered softly, his voice carrying an anchor of absolute certainty that pierced through her fear. "No one will ever lay a finger on you again."
She opened her heavy eyes, tears spilling over her dark lashes as she clutched his military sleeve like a lifeline. "They said you wouldn't come back in time, Caleb... they said you signed away your rights to the estate."
"Paper signed under physical torture holds zero weight in a military court or a federal district court," Caleb reassured her with a chillingly calm smile. "My mother and brother just signed their own permanent warrants for destruction."
He pulled the thick blanket higher around her shoulders, ensuring she was warm and secure before standing up to tend to her medical needs. He retrieved a sterile first-aid kit from the en-suite bathroom, cleaning her bruises with meticulous gentleness.
Every gentle swipe of the antiseptic pad fueled a deeper, darker resolve within his chest. Evelyn and Marcus had chosen war against an innocent woman, and they were about to discover what total annihilation looked like.
Outside the window, the American flag mounted near the front porch fluttered bravely against the cool morning wind, symbolizing justice and freedom. Caleb stared at it for a long, silent moment, feeling the weight of his oath to protect the vulnerable.
He spent the remainder of the night sitting in the armchair beside the bed, keeping watch like a sentinel guarding a high-value asset. Sleep was a luxury he would reserve for after the enemy was neutralized.
As the first golden rays of dawn broke over the horizon, painting the suburban neighborhood in sharp shades of light and shadow, Sarah finally drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber. Caleb stood up, rolling his shoulders as he prepared for the opening salvo.
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He put on his tactical jacket over his uniform shirt, ensuring his service credentials and legal recording devices were securely fastened. The clock on the nightstand ticked silently toward six o'clock in the morning.
It was time to pay a visit to the family business office where Evelyn and Marcus expected to finalize their corporate plunder. Caleb walked out of the master suite, locking the bedroom door behind him to ensure absolute security.
