Her words cut deep, not because they’re cruel, but because there’s truth in them. I was taught from childhood that perception is everything. Show weakness, and you become prey. Show strength, and predators hesitate.
But Rowan wasn’t raised in that world.
I go to the window again, giving myself space to think. Below, the security team changes shifts, men with guns protecting the perimeter of our home. Is this the life I want for my daughter? Always surrounded by weapons and threat assessments?
No. But it’s the life she has. For now.
“What if we compromise?” I offer finally.
Rowan’s posture softens, but only slightly. “I’m listening.”
“A private ceremony. Small. Only essential family and a few strategic guests.”
She considers this, gently swaying as Sofiya sleeps on. “Define ‘strategi
