I don’t know when I started to believe we were untouchable. Maybe it was in the quiet moments when we worked side by side, when the world outside felt like a distant murmur, and everything that truly mattered was right here. Maybe it was in the moments when we let ourselves breathe, letting the weight of the world rest just long enough for us to catch our breath.
But right now, standing in the living room with Alexander, I realized how far we’d come—and how much more we still had to face. We had just received Sophie’s message, and the realization that Robert was moving faster than we thought slammed into me like a freight train. The fight wasn’t over, not even close. We were still in the eye of the storm, and the winds had only begun to pick up.
But as I stood there with Alexander, I didn’t feel fear. I felt something else. Something deeper.
“We’ve got this,” I said, my voice more confident than I felt. But I couldn’t afford to show any cracks. Not in front of him.
“I know we do,” he
