Chapter 18 - What SurvivedMarcus knelt beside her.
Their son wrapped his tiny fingers around Marcus's thumb.
Marcus laughed quietly.
“I still can't believe he's real.”
Khloe looked down at their baby.
“He fought hard.”
Marcus kissed her forehead.
“So did you.”
Khloe leaned against him.
The scars of that night were still there.
Some wounds didn't disappear simply because justice had been served.
But healing wasn't about forgetting.
It was about learning that the worst night of your life didn't have to become the rest of your life.
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They had survived.
Together.
