The garden behind the church was transformed. White chairs arranged in neat rows, flowers everywhere—peonies and roses and baby's breath. String lights hung between trees, ready to illuminate the evening celebration. A table overflowed with food, another with gifts.It was more than a christening. It was a reunion, a testament, a declaration that they'd made it through.Roman stood near the entrance, greeting guests as they arrived. His mother was already inside with Catherine, fussing over the christening gown—an heirloom that had been worn by three generations of King children."Roman King?"He turned to find a familiar face—older, more weathered, but unmistakable."Detective Morrison?""Just Morrison now." The former detective smiled, shaking Roman's hand. "Retired six months ago. Your brother invited me."Roman glanced over at Damian, who was helping Sarah arrange chairs. "He did?""Said I was part of the story. Wanted me here for the happy ending." Morrison's expression grew seri
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