Chapter 9 - The Last Enemy Was the Fear They CarriedThree years later, Ana and Brooks were married.
The wedding took place in the rebuilt mansion.
Marie walked Ana down the aisle.
Brooks cried before Ana reached him.
She whispered:
“You're ruining your reputation.”
“I don't care.”
Their vows were simple.
No contracts.
No conditions.
No family negotiations.
Only choice.
Later that night, they sat at the piano.
Ana played the lullaby.
Brooks held her hand.
“I used to hate this song.”
“Why?”
“Because it reminded me of what I lost.”
“And now?”
“It reminds me of what survived.”
She smiled.
They kissed.
Life became ordinary.
That was the miracle.
Then the media reported Alexander's death.
He had died in prison.
For the first time, Brooks slept without checking the locks.
Ana noticed.
“You're calmer.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
“He's gone.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
“What?”
“You're calmer because you finally believe you don't have to fight him anymore.”
Brooks looked at her.
She was right.
He had spent decades fighting a ghost.
Now there was only the future.
They welcomed their first child the following year.
A daughter.
They named her Victoria.
Not because of the past.
Because of survival.
Ana kept playing.
Brooks kept building.
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Marie kept smiling.
And the mansion once filled with fear became a place filled with music.
