And Ethan standing protectively behind him.
Safe.
They were safe.
Tears slid down my face as I whispered the first words anyone had heard from me since the crash.
“I’m here.”
Chaos exploded instantly.
Nurses rushed inside.
Doctors shouted orders.
Daniel tried backing toward the door.
But police officers were already waiting outside.
Within minutes, both Daniel and Vanessa were in handcuffs.
And as they dragged Daniel away, he looked at Ethan with pure hatred.
“She was supposed to be mine.”
Ethan answered without even blinking.
“You never deserved her.”
Months later, my life looked completely different.
The trial exposed everything.
The cut brakes.
The forged insurance documents.
The affair between Daniel and Vanessa.
Their plan to take custody of Noah after my death.
Both of them lost everything.
But somehow…
Out of all that darkness, something beautiful survived.
Ethan never left our side.
At first, he simply helped us heal.
He drove Noah to school.
Cooked dinner when my physical therapy exhausted me.
Stayed awake through my nightmares.
And little by little…
The broken pieces of my life began fitting back together.
One evening nearly a year later, Noah sat between us on the porch of our new home watching fireflies dance across the yard.
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He looked up at Ethan and asked quietly:
