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A week had passed since Julio was declared fully recovered. The doctor had allowed him to resume normal activities, with the condition that he did not overexert himself. That morning, sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, illuminating Julio’s face, which looked far fresher than before. Sheena sat on the edge of the bed, arranging several documents.

“Tomorrow we’re going to Daxon,” Julio said as he stretched his shoulders. “I’m ready.”

Sheena turned with a wide smile. “I’m happy to hear that.”

Julio let out a long breath, as if he still couldn’t believe how quickly everything had happened. “Honestly, it feels like a dream. A few months ago, I...