Home, On Her Terms
The plane touched down with a gentle thud, and just like that—Tuscany was behind them.
Leona stared out the window at the skyline of home. It wasn’t ominous anymore. Not towering. Just familiar. A place. Not a prison.
Beside her, Elias stretched and smiled. “Back to the chaos?”
She shook her head. “Back to the center of it. But this time, it’s mine.”
At the clinic, her team greeted her with grins, hugs, and the kind of easy chatter that made it feel like family. Ava had held things down beautifully. The waiting list had grown. Donations had tripled after the gala. The community trusted them now. It was working.
But with success came pressure.
There were new proposals on her desk. Interviews requested. Even a government grant team wanted to collaborate. The kind of
