Game over.
I stand at Logan’s side, my hand still firmly clasped in his, Conner leaning into me, Carmen perched on his arm, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this moment will mark the turning point of our lives.
For years, the world has defined me by survival, by whispers, by shadows of men who thought they could control me. Today, in front of cameras and headlines, Logan has rewritten that narrative, binding us together in the open light of day, unafraid, unashamed, and utterly certain. As the flashes continue, I lift my chin, my smile calm and unwavering, and whisper just loud enough for only Logan to hear, “Now the real war begins.”