Chapter 70
The morning sun rose high and bright over their Virginia home, casting a golden glow across the architectural studio where Craig sat at his executive desk. His smartphone lay flat and silent on the polished wood—clean, quiet, and completely untouched by the ghosts of the past. Sloan walked in carrying two steaming cups of coffee, placing his mug down beside the mechanical keyboard before leaning down to kiss his cheek. Craig looked up at her, a deep, radiant smile breaking across his face as he interlaced his fingers securely with hers. With a calm, decisive motion, he opened a brand-new digital document on his screen, ready to pen the next magnificent chapter of an unshakeable, self-made destiny.
