Chapter 10
Clara was discharged from the hospital three days later, her health fully stabilized and the baby kicking with vibrant energy. Instead of returning to the family estate, Christian brought her to a secure, private coastal residence in Rhode Island where they could heal away from the media circus.
Sitting on the veranda overlooking the crashing Atlantic waves, Clara breathed in the salty sea air with a deep sense of profound gratitude. "Do you think she'll ever feel remorse, Christian?"
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"People like Eleanor don't feel remorse; they only regret getting caught," Christian replied quietly, wrapping a warm woolen throw around her shoulders. "We are safe now, Clara. The past is completely behind us."
The small brass key that had slipped from her fingers in the casket now sat on the mantelpiece inside as a talisman of survival. It represented the exact moment their lives were wrenched back from the jaws of darkness.
