Chapter 18 - Recovery Inside A Protected Medical Suite
Back in the private wing of the Dallas medical center, I opened my eyes to the soft, warm glow of morning sunlight.
My father sat in a plush armchair beside my bed, holding my hand with gentle, unwavering devotion.
“Dad?” I whispered, my throat feeling dry and raspy from the freezing air I had inhaled the night before.
Alvin looked up instantly, a wave of immense relief washing over his tired, lined face as he leaned forward.
“I’m right here, sweetheart. You’re safe. You and the baby are completely safe now,” Alvin assured me softly.
I placed my hand gently over my stomach, feeling a strong, reassuring kick from the baby inside.
“Diego... did he...” I started to ask, my voice trailing off as painful memories flashed through my mind.
“Diego and his mother are facing federal prison, and their entire financial existence has been erased,” Alvin interrupted firmly.
May you like
“The divorce papers are signed, and you never have to lay eyes on that monster again.”
Tears of relief streamed down my cheeks as the heavy nightmare finally lifted away from my soul.
