The drive home from the park was silent. The victory in court had been swift, but the adrenaline was fading, replaced by a heavy, grinding fatigue. Marcus kept his eyes on the road, his hands tight on the wheel. Eleanor was asleep in the back seat, her head lolling against the window. Bear was curled at her feet, a solid weight of warmth. I watched them in the rearview mirror. They looked peaceful. I didn't feel peaceful. I felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
When we arrived at the house, the press was still there. They had multiplied. The news of the fraud investigation had leaked. They weren't just asking about custody anymore; they were asking about Sterling. About Apex Security. About the billions. I kept my head down. Marcus ushered us inside. The lock clicked. The al
