His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss
Inside, in Julian’s sharp, executive hand and Clara’s flowing, teacher’s script, was a single note:
> THE AUDIT IS OVER.
> THE WORLD IS YOURS.
> WE ARE GOING TO THE ORCHARD.
Hope looked toward the Shadow Peaks. On the very highest ridge, where the green-out had started, two figures were visible—not as ghosts, but as silhouettes against the rising sun. They were walking away from the Spire, away from the Spire, away from the debt.
But as Hope turned to tell the village they were safe, she saw something in the book that made her breath catch.