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The sun peeked over the skyline, casting soft gold across the hospital window. Sarah blinked awake, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of calm in her chest. For the first time in days, she had slept — deeply, securely — cradled in Damon’s arms.He was still there, seated upright with his back against the couch cushions, holding her as if letting go would allow the world to shatter again. His hand rested protectively on her waist. His chin brushed her hair. His breathing was steady and strong.Sarah shifted slightly to look up at him. His eyes opened right away, as if he hadn’t been truly asleep but watching over her the whole time.“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough with fatigue.“Hey,” she whispered back, offering a soft smile.“How’s my girl feeling?” Damon asked, brushing a thumb along her cheek.“Better,” she said honestly. “Safe.”His eyes warmed. “Good. That’s all I want.”A small cough sounded near Alex’s bed. Damon and Sarah turned as Alex sat up, rubbing his eyes.“Good morning, b

The sun had just begun to climb over the city skyline, painting the glass facades with streaks of gold and amber, but the penthouse felt warm and alive, buzzing with a quiet anticipation that no emergency could fully disrupt. Damon stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes tracking the city below, yet his mind was fixed entirely on the small figure sitting on the couch, fidgeting with a toy car. Alex had insisted on being involved in this “grown-up plan,” and even though he didn’t fully understand the weight of what they were preparing for, his earnest little face carried the kind of determination only a child who had survived too much could muster.Sarah leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Damon and Alex, a mixture of love, amusement, and exhaustion softening her features. She had been up since dawn, helping coordinate flowers, music, seating arrangements, and security measures that had escalated into something of a military operation. Yet here, in the quiet moments be

The penthouse was a hive of controlled chaos. The air smelled faintly of fresh flowers and polished wood, but beneath the surface, tension hummed like electricity. Damon and Sarah moved through the rooms with purpose, coordinating last-minute checks for security, the seating arrangement for the ceremony, and confirming that every detail was flawless. The city outside glittered innocently, unaware of the storm building within the walls of the Draven penthouse.Alex bounced nervously in the living room, trying to help but mostly getting in the way. “Mommy, Dad, the flowers are crooked!” he insisted, tugging at a bouquet of lilies.Sarah knelt beside him, smoothing his hair and laughing softly. “They look perfect to me, Alex. You’re just excited.”Damon appeared beside them, running a hand over Alex’s shoulder. “She’s right. You just need to relax a little, buddy. Big day tomorrow, and we’re going to do this perfectly.”Alex’s face lit up with a grin, but the moment of joy was fleeting. L

The morning air was crisp, almost deceptively calm, as guests began to arrive at the rooftop venue overlooking the city. The skyline glimmered with early sunlight, painting the horizon in shades of gold and rose. Everything was in place — flowers, décor, seating — but the calm didn’t fool Damon or Sarah.They both knew Katrina’s shadow still lingered. The previous night’s attack had been a warning. The penthouse, the wedding, Alex — all targets. But Damon refused to let fear steal this moment.Sarah adjusted the delicate lace of her gown, hands trembling slightly. Damon approached, his suit perfectly tailored, his presence grounding. He lifted her hand gently to his lips, kissing her knuckles.“Are you sure about this?” he asked softly.“I’ve never been more sure,” Sarah replied, her voice steady, but her eyes glimmered with emotion. “No matter what happens, this is us. Always.”Alex tugged at her skirt. “Mom, Dad, are we really doing this today?”Damon knelt, brushing a strand of hai

The courthouse was alive with quiet murmurs and the clicking of cameras as Damon, Sarah, and Alex entered, their presence drawing both attention and respect. The months of relentless danger, betrayal, and false accusations had led them to this very day, the day justice would finally be delivered.Damon’s eyes scanned the room and locked on Katrina Andre, sitting rigidly in handcuffs, her face a mask of fury and disbelief. Lucas Adams, too, appeared subdued but defiant, his betrayal laid bare for all to see. Damon’s jaw tightened. There had been no place for doubt—the evidence, painstakingly collected, left no room for excuses.Sarah’s hand brushed against Damon’s, fingers lacing with his as if to ground him. The memory of the night they had shared together—the release, the closeness, the intimacy—gave him a calm strength. He squeezed her hand briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had carried them through every threat.The prosecutor rose, commanding attention. “Your Honor,