Emma’s PovI sat on the edge of the bed that morning and stared at the soft light coming through the curtains, feeling for the first time in months that maybe our lives could finally be quiet. The twins were still sleeping in their cribs, their little chests rising and falling in the same steady way that always made my heart feel full and heavy at the same time. Dominic walked in carrying two cups of coffee and gave me that small smile he only used when we were alone. He handed me one cup and sat down beside me, his shoulder brushing mine.“You look like you’re thinking too hard again,” he said in a low voice.I took a small sip and shook my head. “I’m just trying to believe that everything is really over. The court, Victoria, Grace… all of it. Part of me keeps waiting for the next bad thing.”Dominic reached over and took my free hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s over, Emma. We won. The twins are safe. The trusts are set. No one can touch us now.”I wanted to believe him. I really di
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