The cameras were gone.
The iron gates had closed. Reporters packed up their cables and microphones. Catherine’s name was now trending for all the wrong reasons, and the truth — finally — belonged to Sabrina.
Inside the Donovan mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. Still grand, still elegant — but lighter somehow. As if someone had finally opened the windows in a house that had been holding its breath for too long.
Sabrina sat in the living room beside the fireplace, curled up on a velvet sofa in a soft cardigan Alicia had draped over her shoulders. Her hair was slightly damp from a shower, her skin clean and natural again. No makeup. No tension, for once.
Just her.
Brace stepped in quietly with two mugs of warm tea. One chamomile for her. One black coffee for himself. He h
