Aliana’s POV

I reached for his hand, gripping it tightly. “Then we fight for what we have. We don’t let them pull us back in.”

Freddy studied me for a long moment before nodding. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

I exhaled, leaning my head against his shoulder. “I hate this, Freddy. I hate that after all these years, we’re still looking over our shoulders.”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to my hair. “But I won’t let them take this from us.”

I closed my eyes, holding onto him, holding onto the life we had built.

Because no matter what ghosts from the past came knocking—we weren’t going back....