Chapter 10 - THE NEW COMMAND
The moving boxes were finally all unpacked, stacked neatly in the corner of my new apartment’s living room, but the place already felt like home. Sunlight poured through the large picture windows, illuminating the cream-colored walls, Noah’s colorful playmat in the corner, and the framed photograph on the mantelpiece—a picture of my father, Noah, and me taken just last week at the botanical gardens, all of us laughing without a single shadow hanging over us.
There was a soft knock at the door.
I opened it to find Dad standing on the landing, wearing his favorite blue polo and holding a massive toolbox in one hand and a plant in the other.
“Reporting for duty,” Dad announced with a crisp, mock military salute. “I brought the heavy artillery for hanging those curtain rods you asked about.”
I stepped aside, laughing as he walked in and immediately surveyed the living room layout with the practiced eye of a logistics commander.
“You know, General Carter,” I said, leaning against the doorframe as Noah toddled over to wrap his arms around Dad’s ankle, “you don't have to micromanage every move I make anymore. I’m living on my own now.”
Dad paused, looking down at his grandson before raising his eyes to meet mine. A rare, profoundly tender smile touched his lips—the kind of smile only his daughter had ever been privileged to see.
“Camila,” Dad said softly, kneeling down to scoop Noah up into his arms, “a good commander never stops checking the perimeter. Especially when the base is secured by someone as formidable as you.”
I walked over, wrapped my arms around my father’s shoulders, and rested my head against his arm. The road here had been steep, painful, and littered with wreckage I never thought I’d escape. But standing here in my own home, with my son laughing and my father standing guard by my side, I knew one thing with absolute certainty:
I would never walk four blocks with torn grocery bags again.
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From now on, I was the one driving. And the road ahead was wide open.
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