Chapter 19 - The Legacy Rebuilt
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That evening, after the guests had departed and the stars began to twinkle across the calm night sky, I walked into Leo’s bright, spacious nursery.
The room was painted a soft cream color, decorated with hand-painted murals of lavender fields and soaring birds. No steel bars. No heavy locks. No dark corners.
Leo was sleeping peacefully in his white crib, his chest rising and falling in a quiet, healthy rhythm, clutching a small wooden bear in his tiny hand.
I reached into the crib and adjusted his blanket, my hand brushing against the wooden rail.
I looked down at my hand. Resting on my ring finger was my plain gold band, reflecting the warm glow of the nightlight. Beside me, Grace walked quietly into the room, leaning her head against my shoulder as we watched our sleeping boy together.
“Do you ever think about the estate?” Grace whispered softly.
“Never,” I replied without a moment's hesitation. “The estate was just stone and dark memories. This... this house, you, and Leo... this is my home.”
She took my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, her wedding ring pressing against mine in a perfect, unbroken bond.
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“We survived, Adrian,” she whispered.
“We did,” I agreed, kissing her hair. “And now we live.”
