MasukJennifer joined them, her twins attached to her legs. "Boys, go play with the other kids. Mommy needs to talk to the adults." The twins ran off. Jennifer looked at Pierce with concern. "Rosa seemed really shaken when she called. More than she was letting on. Is everything really okay?" "It will be," Pierce said. "We're working through some stuff. But we're together, we're safe, and we're going to be fine." "If you need anything, babysitting, meals, someone to talk to, just ask. We're here for you." "Thank you. Seriously, thank you." As the evening deepened, someone lit the fire pit in the backyard. People gathered around it, roasting marshmallows, telling stories, laughing at old jokes. The kids were getting tired, starting to crash from their sugar highs. Some parents started saying their goodbyes, gathering their children, and thanking Pierce and Rosa for the party. Elena fell asleep on the couch around eight, exhausted but smiling even in sleep. Marcus and Jake were still goi
Early afternoon, people started arriving. Sarah came first, bursting through the door with tears streaming down her face. "Rosa! Oh my God, Rosa!" She grabbed Rosa in a fierce hug. "When you called, I couldn't believe it! We've been so worried! No one knew where you were or if you were okay!" "We're okay. We're safe. It's over, Sarah. It's finally over." Sarah pulled back, looked at Pierce on the couch. "Pierce! What happened to your face?" "Long story. I'll tell you later. Right now, I just want to enjoy being home." "Fair enough." Sarah sat beside him, took his hand. "I'm so glad you're all safe. So glad." More people arrived. Michael and Jennifer with their twins. The Chens with their three kids. The Petersons. The Johnsons. Friends from the neighborhood, from school, from work. People who'd been part of their lives before everything went crazy. The house filled with noise and laughter and life. Kids ran through the rooms playing tag. Adults gathered in clusters, talking, dr
In their own bedroom, Rosa helped Pierce into bed, then climbed in beside him. "Rosa?" Pierce said into the darkness. "Yes?" "Thank you for not giving up on me. On us. It would be easier to walk away." "It would be," Rosa agreed. "But I don't want it to be easy. I want you. I want our family. I want our life together, however complicated it is." "Even after everything?" "Especially after everything. We've survived this much. We can survive anything." Pierce hoped she was right. Hoped that their love, their commitment, their sheer stubborn determination would be enough to carry them through whatever came next. But as sleep finally claimed him, pulling him down into darkness, his last thought was a prayer. Please, God. Please let us survive this. Please let us find peace. Please let my children grow up safe and happy and free from my father's sins. Please. Pierce woke slowly, his body still screaming in protest, but something was different. Rosa was already awake, propped
Mom? Dad?" They both looked up. Marcus stood at the bottom of the stairs, his face pale. "Marcus, I told you to go to bed," Rosa said. "I couldn't sleep. I heard you fighting." He stepped into the room. "Please don't fight. Please. We've been through too much to turn on each other now." "We're not turning on each other," Pierce said. "We're just... processing. Trying to deal with everything that's happened." "By blaming each other? By yelling and crying?" Marcus's voice was steady despite the tears in his eyes. "That doesn't help. That just makes everything worse." "Marcus, this is between your father and me, " Rosa started. "No!" Marcus interrupted. "It's between all of us! We're a family! What happens to one of us happens to all of us! And right now, we're falling apart!" Pierce and Rosa exchanged glances. When did their son become so wise? So mature? "You're right," Pierce said quietly. "You're absolutely right. Rosa, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice. T
Mom, I can help " "Bed. Now. It's been a long day. You need rest." Marcus looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. "Okay. Night, Dad." "Goodnight, son." Marcus headed upstairs. Rosa waited until she heard his bedroom door close, then sat down next to Pierce and opened the first aid kit. "This is going to hurt," she warned. "Everything already hurts. Can't get much worse." She started cleaning the burn on his side. Pierce hissed at the pain but stayed still. "Your ribs are definitely broken," she said clinically. "Probably three or four fractures. I can wrap them, but you need X-rays. Need to make sure there's no internal bleeding." "We can't risk a hospital." "I know. I'm just saying what you need, not what we can do. You're lucky to be alive. Lucky that Antonio shot Dante when he did." "I know." "Do you? Do you really understand how close we came to losing everything?" "Rosa " "And then Lord Harrington." Her hands paused in their work. "God, Pierce. We t
Where do we go?" Rosa asked, starting the engine. "Away," Pierce said simply. "As far away as we can get. New identities. New country. New everything." "Can we even do that without Lord Harrington's help?" "We'll figure it out. We have money. We have each other. That's enough." . "Pierce?" Rosa said quietly once the children had settled. "What he said... about me. About wanting me. Did you know?" "No. I had no idea." "I never encouraged him. Never gave him any reason to think " "I know. I know you didn't." Pierce reached over, took her hand. "He was sick. Obsessed. It wasn't about anything you did. It was about him and his delusions." "He seemed so kind. So helpful. How did I not see it?" "Because he was good at hiding it. Because we were desperate and needed help and he exploited that. It's not your fault." They drove in silence for a while. The forest gave way to roads, roads to highways, highways to distance. "What do we tell people?" Marcus asked eventually. "About Lor







