"We’re leaving," Edward said, his voice low but steady as he reached for her hand. He gently helped her up, his touch both protective and tender. Abigail didn’t resist—she didn’t want to. Deep down, she’d been waiting for this moment. To walk away. To choose him.
Because after everything… what was left to stay for?
Whatever fragile hope she’d clung to—that her parents might one day see her, accept her, love her—crumbled the moment they turned their backs on her. Again.
"You’re not going anywhere," her father snapped, his voice echoing through the warehouse like a threat.
Edward didn’t flinch. He turned, eyes sharp as blades, and stared the man down. No words. Just a look that said everything.
"Come on," he said softly to Abigail, wrapping an arm around her as they started toward the e
