The morning sunlight filtered through the massive glass windows of the penthouse, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. Elena stood barefoot in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, watching the city come alive again beneath her. But this time, the view wasn’t daunting. It was a reminder.
She had survived.More than that—she had chosen to live.Killian entered moments later, freshly showered and half-dressed, his tie draped around his neck, shirt buttons undone. He paused when he saw her, something soft flashing in his eyes. No words were needed. He walked over, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and took the mug from her hands to sip.“I was drinking that,” she teased.“I’m claiming my half,” he said with a smirk.They shared a quiet laugh, and for a few long seconds, the world didn’t intrude. It was just them—two people who had been through hell and were now trying to find their way in the light.But peace never laste
