Elena’s POVThe morning sun was just starting to peek through the large kitchen windows, casting a warm, golden light across the clean white counters. The house was finally peaceful. The loud reporters were gone from the front steps, and the terrible sirens had stopped. I stood by the stove, slowly stirring a small pot of oatmeal for Leo.The kitchen door pushed open quietly, and Julian walked in. He was dressed in his sharp corporate suit, a dark blue jacket, a crisp white shirt, and a neat tie. He looked tall and incredibly powerful, just like the billionaire the news always talked about. But as I looked closer, I could see the small lines of worry around his eyes. He hadn't slept much."Good morning," I said softly, giving him a small smile."Good morning," Julian replied. He walked over to me, leaning against the counter. He reached out and gently touched my arm, his thumb rubbing over my sleeve for a brief second to comfort me."Is everything okay?" I asked, turning down the he
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