Fiona ran directly to the window.
“Mommy, there’s a boat.”
“I see it.”
“Can we live here?”
I almost laughed.
“Let’s make it through tonight.”
Luca stayed ten minutes.
Before leaving, he placed a card on the kitchen counter.
“Marcus’s number. Mine is already in your phone. Rachel will call when she has Illinois counsel.”
“You really don’t have to keep doing this.”
“I know.”
“That somehow makes it stranger.”
He smiled.
“Get some sleep, Blaire.”
After he left, I sat on the floor beside Fiona’s bed until she fell asleep.
Then I went into the bathroom and cried so hard I had to sit on the edge of the tub.
Not because David had found me.
Not because Luca Sterling had rescued me.
He hadn’t.
I cried because for the first time in days, nobody was demanding anything from me.
There was no locked door.
No declined card.
No voice telling me I was overreacting.
No need to keep my face calm so Fiona would not be scared.
By midnight, I was on a video call with an Illinois family attorney named Miriam Cole.
She was in her fifties, wore reading glasses on a chain, and had the reassuring manner of someone who did not confuse drama with urgency.
I enjoyed the story so much. It’s interesting, didn’t stop reading until the end.
Great impacts and realistic 👌 👏