I couldn’t stay in the office.
My heart was pounding too hard, the baby kicking wildly as if sensing the chaos outside. I slipped out into the hallway, barefoot and trembling, following the distant shouts and the roar of the waves.
The night air was cool and sharp as I reached the cliff path overlooking the north cove. Hidden behind a cluster of rocks, I watched everything unfold.
The small boat had docked. Harrington stood on the deck with two other men. Reynolds was with them, arm still in a sling, face pale but determined. Flashlights cut through the darkness.
Then Daddy appeared on the shore, gun in hand, flanked by his security team. The tension in the air was electric.
“Turn around and leave,” Daddy’s voice boomed across the water. “This is your last warning.”
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