The agents hauled Julian and Elena toward the elevator. As the doors closed, Julian’s frantic screams were muffled into silence.

The penthouse fell completely quiet, save for the steady morning rain tapping softly against the spotless panoramic glass. My father turned to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.

“Are you ready to go home, Claire?” he asked gently.

I took a deep breath, feeling the crushing weight of the last three years lift from my shoulders. For the first time in years, the air tasted clean.

“Yes, Dad,” I smiled, stepping into the elevator. “Let’s go home.”

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