The helicopter ride back to Manhattan felt like flying into enemy territory. Below us, the city spread out in its familiar grid of lights and shadows, but somehow it looked different now—more dangerous, full of potential threats hiding behind facades of normalcy.
Eddie slept peacefully in his custom-made travel carrier, oblivious to the fact that we were returning to a battle that could determine his entire future. Eleanor sat across from me, reviewing legal documents with the focused intensity of a general preparing for siege warfare.
“The press conference is in three hours,” she announced, checking her watch against the helicopter's ETA. “Sterling's meeting us at the penthouse with updated intelligence on Damian's media strategy."
“Any word from our legal team about potential injuncti
