Dominic’s POV
I stare at the words until my eyes blur.
Liana: You could’ve told me.
Dominic: You needed to stand on your own first. You did.
Liana: What now?
There’s a pause. Then one last message.
Dominic: Now, it’s your turn to build.
The city stretches endless before me, and in its reflection, I whisper to the quiet skyline,
“Thank you, Dominic.” Because even unseen, he still keeps his word.
The echo of suitcase wheels, the muffled boarding calls, the smell of jet fuel and bad coffee. It’s all movement and here I am, in the middle of it, holding a one-way ticket to New Zealand.
It doesn’t feel real yet. The surgeon’s words have been looping in my head for days: She’s alive. She paid me to make sure no one ever found her.
That should’ve been relief. Closure but instead, it’s
