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When I escaped from my cruel and beloved husband at Nochebuena and ran to the house of my priests with my little terrified child, my priest refused to let us leave and demanded that he ask for forgiveness from the man who gave my family three thousand dollars every month. / Chapter 15 / 15

Chapter 15 - Home, at Last

Later that night, after the gallery doors were locked and the champagne glasses cleared away, the three of them returned home to their private residence overlooking the sparkling night lights of Lake Michigan.

Emily had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car during the short drive, clutching her favorite sketchbook to her chest.

Gently, Marcus scooped the little girl into his arms, carrying her up the winding staircase to her bedroom. Claire walked beside them, watching the two most important people in her world.

After tucking Emily in and whispering a soft goodnight, they walked out onto the private balcony overlooking the lake. The Chicago skyline glittered against the dark velvet of the night sky like a field of scattered diamonds.

Claire leaned against the balcony railing, breathing in the cool lake breeze. Her mind flashed back to that terrifying night on Nochebuena—the glacial cold, the blood dripping onto Emily's coat, the betrayal of her parents, and the monster waiting in the dark.

How far away that nightmare felt now.

Marcus stepped up behind her, wrapping his heavy wool coat around her shoulders to keep her warm, then looping his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his solid, protective chest.

"Penny for your thoughts, artist," Marcus whispered softly against her hair.

Claire leaned back into his embrace, closing her eyes and feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart.

"I was just thinking about how terrifying it is to lose everything," Claire murmured, her voice filled with quiet strength. "And how amazing it is to realize that when everything is stripped away... you finally find out who you really are."

"And who are you, Claire?" Marcus asked, kissing the crown of her head.

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Claire opened her eyes, looking out toward the endless horizon where the dark water met the starlit sky.

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