Calm returned to the clinic as the dawn light shifted to morning gold. Celeste Su, dressed now in simple linen slacks and a loose cotton blouse, packed a battered satchel with essentials: a medical kit, a worn passport in her maiden name, and a small stack of documents—trust transfers, corporate dissolution notices, and a letter addressed “To Whom It May Concern."
Adrian Lu watched her from the doorframe, his own bag at his feet. The fine lines around his eyes had softened, but in his gaze remained the weight of their shared journey.
“You really intend to leave," he said quietly.
Celeste zipped the satchel and met his eyes. “I promised Leo I'd give him a normal life—no more secret battles, no shadows." She lifted the stack of papers. “I've signed over LuTech's remaining assets to fund t
