Aliana’s POV

The night air was thick with the weight of what just happened.

As we stepped outside the warehouse, I felt the exhaustion settle deep in my bones.

Robert was gone.

And yet, I felt no relief. Not yet.

Freddy stood beside me, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the darkened streets as if expecting another threat to rise. But there was none.

It was over.

The only sound between us was the soft, rhythmic breathing of our son, Sandy.

He clung to Freddy’s chest, his tiny hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, his head tucked under Freddy’s chin. Fast asleep.

Freddy held him tightly, protectively, his large...