The boathouse smelled of damp wood, river water, and victory laced with terror. Damon’s arms were locked around both of us so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. Lily was here. Warm, alive. Her tiny body pressed between us as she cried those heartbreaking newborn sobs that tore straight through my soul. “We got her,” Damon whispered against my hair, his voice cracking for the first time all night. “We got our baby back, Eve. She’s here. She’s safe.” I couldn’t speak. I just held on, one arm around Lily and the other clinging to Damon’s back, my face buried in his chest. Tears poured down my cheeks uncontrollably. Lily’s little fists grabbed at my shirt, her cries slowly quieting as she recognized our voices, our smell, our touch. The three of us knelt on the dirty floor, tangled together like we would never let go again. “My baby,” I sobbed, pressing kiss after kiss to her soft head. “Mommy’s here, daddy’s here. We’ve got you. We’ve got you forever.” Damon’s shoulde
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