Chapter 11 - THE SUNRISE
One year later, the harsh lights of the Silvercrest boardroom had been replaced by the golden afternoon sun streaming into the penthouse garden.
Abini stood by the glass railing, watching the city below, a diamond ring heavy and brilliant on her left hand. A soft gurgle made her turn. Gideon was walking toward her, wearing a soft linen shirt, entirely relaxed, holding a tiny baby girl with wild, dark curls against his chest. He looked like a man who had conquered the world not by acquiring more wealth, but by finding his soul.
He wrapped his free arm around Abini’s waist, pulling her flush against his side. He pressed a kiss to her temple, looking from his daughter’s sleeping face to his wife’s radiant smile. The silence in the penthouse was no longer the sound of isolation; it was the sound of a home, built from the ashes of a broken night, standing invincible against the sky.
