Dawn broke over the forest, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Emma stood at the cabin window, a steaming mug of coffee warming her hands. Behind her, the safe house was a hive of activity as Ramirez and his team made final preparations for the operation that would hopefully bring her father to justice.
Tom appeared at her side, his presence a comforting constant. "How are you holding up?" he asked softly, placing a gentle hand on the small of her back.
Emma took a deep breath, surprised to find that she felt more steady than she had in years. "I'm okay," she replied, meeting his concerned gaze. "Really. I think I'm finally ready to face this head-on."
A small smile played at the corners of Tom's mouth. "That's my brave girl," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her
