Epilogue - Five Years Later
The penthouse had changed in subtle but meaningful ways over the five years since the shooting that had nearly taken Dario from them. The marble counter still held the familiar espresso machine, but now it shared space with children’s drawings and family photos. The city views remained breathtaking, but the space felt warmer, lived-in, filled with the evidence of a life built together through trials and triumphs. Asha stood at the windows one crisp autumn morning, watching the sunrise paint the skyline in soft golds and pinks. Five years. It felt both like yesterday and a lifetime ago.
Luca, now five years old, ran across the living room with the boundless energy only a child could possess. His dark hair and bright eyes were a perfect blend of his parents, but
