Shawn Crest.
THREE YEARS LATER.
I sit in my study, working on some files that needs immediate attention, even on my day off, as my fingers type briskly.
Taking a second break to get the blood flowing back into my fingers, my gaze averts to the frame close to my computer, bringing an enchanting smile unto my lips.
My family.
The frame holding a picture of Nicholas, our son trying to take a candy bar from Bonnie on the beach.
And, that was a year ago.
I lean back into my chair, thinking how this all came to be, thinking how this happy ending cane to be, which if I'm to confess didn't at all come easy.
I no longer play billionaire by day and binary at night, because now I have a family that looks up to me, and doing that could put any of them in danger.
Though the world is stil
