Two weeks had passed since Cassandra’s trial ended.For the first time in what felt like forever, Rosemary could wake up without fear or dread pressing against her chest.The morning air on her apartment balcony was cool and light. She sipped a cup of warm tea as the soft pastel sky stretched above her, the wind teasing loose strands of her hair.> “It’s so peaceful this morning,”she murmured to herself.From the living room came a familiar, gentle voice.> “You’ve said that every morning lately.”Adrian stood there, dressed in a simple white shirt, his smile warm.The gunshot wound in his chest had not fully healed, but he looked stronger now — steadier.He walked slowly toward her, carrying a tray of breakfast.> “You don’t have to make breakfast for me every day,”Rosemary said, half embarrassed.> “I don’t make it for you,” he teased softly.“I make it so I can see your smile when you say ‘thank you.’”Rosemary rolled her eyes, though her lips curved upward.> “You’re getting qui
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