(Caroline's POV)
We gather our things and head for the exit. As we pass Samuel's table, he looks up at me.
For a moment, our eyes meet. And I see it there—the realization of what he's lost. Not just the case. Not just Charlie.
Everything. His reputation, his image, his carefully constructed life.
All of it, gone.
I see the panic setting in, his forehead beading with sweat. But his problems are no longer my concern.
"Goodbye, Samuel," I say quietly.
And walk away, Charlie in my arms, surrounded by people who actually love us.
Outside, the protesters are gone. The news crews are packing up. The Valentine's Day sun is setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Jason says softly.
I laugh—a real laugh, full of relief and joy and the dizzy freedom
