Chapter 7 - Healing the Wounds
Back at the estate, the harsh light of morning brought a sense of cautious renewal. The heavy velvet curtains in the main salon were pulled back, allowing golden sunlight to flood the room where the tragic scene had unfolded just hours earlier.
Leo and Lucas refused to leave their mother's side. They sat together on the velvet sofa, each holding one of her hands, bombarding her with questions about where she had been and promising to protect her from now on.
Elena laughed—a sound Andrew hadn't heard in three long years. It was a sweet, melodic sound that melted the remaining ice around his heart.
Andrew knelt before them, looking into his wife's amber-gold eye. "The doctors say your vocal cords can fully recover with specialized therapy and surgery abroad. We leave for Switzerland tonight. The best specialists in the world are waiting for us."
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"And the boys?" Elena asked, glancing tenderly at the twins.
"They come with us," Andrew smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that he hadn't worn since the day he lost her. "This family is never, ever being separated again."
