I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 93
During a quiet afternoon, Dominic and Elena took a short drive into a secluded Tuscan village to visit a small, centuries-old stone chapel. Inside, the air was cool and scented with old beeswax and flickering candlelight. Dominic pulled a small, worn leather pouch from his jacket—the exact one he had carried through the frozen streets of Boston decades ago. Together, they lit a candle in memory of the ones they had lost and the trials they had survived, silently thanking the universe for bringing them safely to the other side.
