Chapter 11 - A True Currency
A year later, Brennan walked through the sunlit gardens of a pediatric hospital he now funded. He had lost the penthouse, the yacht, and the magazine covers, trading them all for a quiet life that finally let him sleep. Ahead of him, Lily ran across the grass, breathing easily, her laughter ringing clearly in the crisp air. Grace stood watching her, wearing a warm coat, a genuine smile replacing the exhaustion he had first seen in that train station. When she reached for Brennan's hand, he finally understood the only kind of trust worth holding onto.
