Chapter 13 - One Year After the Shooting, I Walked Back Into the Ballroom Without Fear—and Dominic Gave Me the Last Piece of My Old Life BackThe wedding was small.
No politicians.
No criminals.
No reporters.
Just family.
Gabriel came.
My mother came.
Caleb walked me down the aisle.
He was seven now.
He wore a suit too large for him.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"I'm nervous."
"Why?"
"Because your father scares me."
Caleb laughed.
"He scares everybody."
Dominic waited at the end.
He looked different.
Lighter.
Free.
When we exchanged vows, he didn't promise to protect me.
He promised to trust me.
That mattered more.
After the ceremony, we returned to Blackthorne House.
The ballroom was transformed.
Flowers.
Music.
Lights.
No weapons.
No fear.
We danced.
Caleb joined.
Then Ivy.
Then Noah.
Eventually everyone was laughing.
I looked at Dominic.
"I never thought I'd be here."
"Neither did I."
"Do you regret hiring me?"
He smiled.
"Best mistake I ever made."
I laughed.
Then Caleb shouted:
"Dad!"
Dominic turned.
Caleb held up something.
The old black-star key.
Dominic frowned.
"Where did you get that?"
Caleb pointed toward the hallway.
"There are more doors."
I froze.
Dominic's expression changed.
"Where?"
Caleb led us to an unused corridor.
Behind a panel was a small room.
Inside were boxes.
Not Black Ledger boxes.
Personal belongings.
My old suitcase.
My forged references.
The first letter I had ever written to Dominic.
Everything I thought had been destroyed.
And one final envelope.
From my brother.
I opened it.
If you're reading this, you survived.
I cried.
He had known.
He had trusted me.
He had believed one day I would return.
The letter ended:
Don't let them turn your life into a story about what was taken from you. Make it about what you chose to build afterward.
I looked at Dominic.
May you like
Then the children.
I knew exactly what I was choosing.
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