Amelia’s POV (Epilogue 1)365 Days LaterThe city had learned to breathe again.It wasn’t quieter, no city ever really was, but it was softer now, slower somehow, like it had been forced to remember that silence existed between all the noise. Amelia stood outside the narrow glass building tucked between a flower shop and a laundromat, squinting at the modest sign over the door:“Rook Security & Consulting.”The font was simple, understated. The kind of name that blended in. Which, knowing Kelvin, was entirely the point.She smiled faintly and stepped inside.The bell over the door jingled softly, announcing her like a secret. The place smelled like coffee, leather, and a hint of paint. It was nothing like Vasquez’s empire, no marble floors, no cold glass walls, no sterile perfection. Just warmth, and space, and quiet.There were only two desks. One had paperwork stacked neatly in a corner. The other was an organized chaos of open files, blueprints, and an old framed photograph of a do
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