Chapter 12 - A Visitor in the Shadows
Across town at St. Jude’s Memorial Hospital, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the tension at the estate. Room 412 had been transformed into a bright, sun-filled sanctuary. Colorful drawings hung on the walls, and the relentless, mechanical beep of the heart monitor had been replaced by the soft, rhythmic hum of a modern recovery unit.
Leo sat propped up against a stack of fluffy pillows, a half-eaten puzzle spread across his lap. His cheeks had filled out slightly, and a faint flush of health was returning to his skin.
Linda sat beside him, gently guiding a puzzle piece into place. For the first time in years, the crushing weight of existential dread had lifted from her shoulders. Yet, a quiet anxiety still lingered in the back of her mind. She knew who Dominic Gallow was—she knew the blood on his hands and the fear he commanded. To him, she was a charity case, an anomaly in his ruthless life. But as she looked at her son's smiling face, she knew she owed him everything.
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A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. The door pushed open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped into the room. Dominic.
Leo looked up, wide-eyed, staring at the man in the sharp charcoal suit who towered over the doorway. But unlike the other men who usually terrified people in his mother's presence, Dominic’s expression softened the moment his eyes met the boy's.
