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She looked at the screen, Benjamin's name showed up saying 'did you get home safe? “Yes, I got home safe. What about you?” Kathilyn replied back, and she waited for him to reply but no answer. She waited until her eyes felt heavy and fell asleep.

he said, making Sarah nod her head and leave his office. She went into the ward willow was shifted from the er and sat beside her, Sarah held her sisters hand and leaned her head on their clasped fist. She didn't know how long she had been staring at Willow's pale face and closed eyes and when she fell asleep but she was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing. It was the cleaning service she had booked for noonas bookstore and they were coming today.

again. Because today, Mommy goes to war. The elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened, showing a large, fancy office with lots of glass and metal. At the center was Damien Carrington himself—taller and more serious than she remembered. Time hadn’t softened him. It had made him even sharper. His eyes met hers—and held. No smile. No greeting. Just the kind of stare that made your spine remember things you swore you'd forgotten. “Miss Cruz,” he said, his voice as sharp as a blade. “To what do I owe the pleasure… or is this war already?”

Eric shifted slightly, his eyes darting away before he finally answered, "It’s a ‘Welcome Back’ gift, kind of. Think of it as...my version of a welcome-back party." I laughed, the sound dry and mocking. "You expect me to believe that, after the spectacle we had this morning—where you basically acted like my return was the end of the world—you suddenly want to invite me back into the company? And give me a gift? I don’t think so, Eric."

"And these..." He hands one to me. I open it. My eyes widen. "You're kidding." "Nope." Inside were premium tickets to the Backstreet Boys concert at the Sphere, one of the biggest 90’s pop bands in the world. Famous for their infectious harmonies, nostalgic feel-good anthems, and spectacular live shows. "You remembered I said I wanted to see the Backstreet Boys at the Sphere." "I remember everything." I throw my arms around his neck. "You spoil me."

The men, their wives, and even the men who work for them. A banner is in front and broad, it reads: WELCOME HOME BABY LONDON I look around at the happy faces and tears well in my eyes. "Thank you all so much," I mutter as I start crying. Walking to Don Russell, I hug him tightly. "Thank you," I murmur. "You are welcome, London, we are happy are happy to have you back home," he says in my hair. I gave everyone a hug and the ladies wouldn't let me go without showering kisses on my face.