Chapter 17 - Healing Wounds in the Penthouse Safehouse
High above the bustling streets of Manhattan, the penthouse suite was filled with the sweet, musical laughter of baby Penelope.
Catherine sat on the plush living room rug, building wooden blocks with her daughter while the afternoon sun warmed the hardwood floors.
Samuel walked in quietly from his home office, stopping in the doorway to watch the two most important people in his entire world.
For two years, he had believed this domestic peace was nothing more than an impossible dream locked behind a locked cemetery gate.
Catherine looked up, catching his eye, and offered him a radiant, unburdened smile that chased away every lingering shadow of the past.
Samuel crossed the room, kneeling beside them on the rug and pulling both of them into a tight, protective embrace.
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“I love you both more than words could ever express,” Samuel whispered into Catherine’s hair, breathing in her familiar scent.
“We’re finally home, Samuel,” Catherine replied softly, resting her head against his shoulder as Penelope giggled happily between them.
