ISLA’S POVFor the first time in a very long time, I breathed freely. The air around me felt lighter, the tension in my chest finally loosening its grip. Titan Holdings was crumbling, slowly but surely, and Damian—the man responsible for my father’s death—was behind bars. There was a strange peace in knowing that justice, no matter how long delayed, had finally been served.Judith and I had gone out for dinner at our favorite rooftop restaurant. The breeze was cool, brushing against my skin gently, and the night sky above us sparkled with stars as if celebrating with me. We toasted with wine—non-alcoholic for me, since I’d had enough headaches this week. Judith raised her glass with a proud smile.“To new beginnings,” she said.“To justice,” I replied.Judith laughed. “You always have the more dramatic lines.”I shrugged, smiling. “Well, I’ve lived through enough drama to earn it.”We spent the next hour catching up, laughing, and sharing memories of the days before all the chaos bega
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