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The ambulance tore through the streets of Silverwood, sirens screaming, lights strobing across the dark interior. Amara sat on the bench seat, gripping Dominic’s hand as if she could anchor his soul to his body by sheer will. He drifted in and out of consciousness. His head rested against the gurney, jaw slack in a way she had never seen — unguarded, vulnerable, frighteningly still. Blood soaked through the bandages around his side and arm. His breathing came shallow and uneven, every rise of his chest a prayer. Fear swept over her. She couldn't lose him. “Stay with me,” she whispered, brushing his hair back with trembling fingers. “Dominic… please…” His eyelids fluttered. As if she had called his soul back to his body. “A…mara…” he said using all the strength he could muster. The tortured softness of her name nearly broke her. “I’m right here,” she whispered, leaning close. “Just stay with me. Please.” watching every breath he took and just praying he could hold on. His finge

The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the ICU room.Steady.Measured.Alive.Amara hadn’t left Dominic’s side for hours.She sat curled in the hospital chair, elbows on the bed, forehead resting lightly against his hand. Her eyes drifted closed in exhaustion, though she refused to sleep.Every so often she whispered to him:“I’m here.”“You’re safe.”“Please come back to me.”Then she would lift her head and look at him again, afraid that if she blinked too long, he’d slip away.His face was pale.His jaw bruised.His arm bandaged.But he was breathing.Alive.Amara brushed her thumb along his knuckles again, praying—something she hadn’t done in years.“Dominic,” she whispered, “don’t make me do this without you.”A soft tremor passed through his fingers.Amara froze.Her heart leapt. “Dominic?”His brow twitched.Then—slowly, painfully—he inhaled deeper than he had since arriving.His eyelids fluttered.“Dominic?” she whispered again, leaning in.This time his

Dominic slept through most of the morning.Not the shallow, restless sleep of a man on edge — but the deep, heavy sleep of a body exhausted from surviving.Amara didn’t move from the side of his bed.She sat cross‑legged in the padded hospital chair, elbows on the mattress, fingers loosely intertwined with his. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, the flicker under his eyelids, the way his hand instinctively tightened around hers each time she shifted.Every hour, a nurse came in.Every hour, Amara asked the same two questions:“How’s the bleeding?”“How’s his oxygen?”Every time, the answer was steady.He’s improving.Around mid-afternoon, Elara—who had arrived with Rafe after waking from her long sleep—tiptoed into the room holding a small crayon drawing.Dominic, Mommy, and her.All holding hands beneath a gigantic moon. The drawing depicted the love they all shared.Amara lifted Elara onto her lap, and together they watched Dominic’s peaceful face.“Is he dreaming?” El

For a long moment, Amara could only stare at Serena.The hallway lights flickered overhead—too bright, too sterile, too indifferent to the weight of the moment. Serena’s bruised face, swollen from the crash and the fight, seemed almost ghostly beneath them.“Serena,” Amara whispered, “what does Barren know about Dominic?”Serena swallowed hard, pulling the hospital blanket tighter around her shoulders.“It isn’t about the docks,” she said quietly. “It isn’t about the contracts or the takeover or whatever Barren thinks Dominic ‘stole’ from him.”“Then what?” Amara demanded, voice filled with urgency she couldn’t contain.Serena looked away.Her voice dropped to barely more than a breath.“Dominic and Caleb… knew each other.”Amara blinked. “What?”“They crossed paths,” Serena said, trembling. “Years ago. When Caleb was still pretending to be the hero in his own story.”“I don’t understand.”Serena lifted her eyes, haunted.“He wasn’t always the man you married, Amara.”Anger flared hot

The hospital morning broke through pale blinds, staining Dominic’s recovery room a soft pink.Amara hadn’t left his side.Elara had returned home with Rafe to rest, but Amara stayed curled in the armchair, wrapped in a blanket a nurse had given her sometime around dawn, refusing to move more than a breath away.Dominic slept—finally peacefully.The rise and fall of his chest was steady, reassuring.Not shallow.Not strained.Just alive.But Amara wasn’t calm.Not with Serena’s words echoing in her skull:“He knows things even Caleb didn’t know. About Dominic. And about you.”She watched Dominic’s face—so softened by sleep now, so stripped of armor—wondering what other truths Barren still held. And yet…She wasn’t afraid anymore.Because she understood something she hadn’t put into words until last night:Dominic wasn’t the danger.He was the safe place.Everything else was noise.A soft knock sounded at the door.Jack peered in, face sharp with exhaustion and hours of stress he refuse