Chapter 9 - THE FAMILY REUNITED
I pushed open the door to Room 402.
The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the heart monitor.
Thomas lay in the hospital bed, looking pale and fragile, but his eyes were bright. Evelyn was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her hand tightly intertwined with his.
Damian stood at the foot of the bed, watching them with a quiet, profound peace.
When I walked in, Thomas turned his head toward me.
“Anna,” Thomas said, his voice raspy.
“Mr. Russo,” I said softly, stepping closer. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
He managed a small smile. “I hear you’re the one who pulled the breaker and found the tunnels. You saved my wife’s life tonight.”
I blinked, looking at Evelyn. “Wife?”
Evelyn blushed, a beautiful, youthful color rushing to her cheeks. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.
“When we were fifteen,” Evelyn whispered, “before Dominick found out about the baby, Michael and I went to a justice of the peace in Albany. We lied about our age. We got married.”
She looked up at Damian, her eyes shining with tears.
“You were never an illegitimate child, Damian. You were born out of love. And you have our name.”
Damian stared at the piece of paper.
He walked around the bed and gently took the marriage certificate from her hands. He looked at the faded ink, the proof that his entire existence wasn't a mistake to be hidden, but a union that had survived thirty years of lies.
Damian leaned down and kissed Evelyn’s forehead, then placed his hand over Thomas’s heart.
“Thank you,” Damian whispered.
It was the happy ending they all deserved.
The monster who had ruined their lives was gone. The empire was legitimate. The secrets were buried.
But as I stood in the corner of the room, watching a family put themselves back together, I noticed Thomas’s expression change.
He was looking at Evelyn, a deep sadness suddenly crossing his eyes.
“Evie,” Thomas said quietly. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I promised Frances I would never speak of.”
The room went still.
Damian frowned. “What is it, Dad?”
Thomas squeezed Evelyn’s hand so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“When Dominick took you away,” Thomas began, his voice breaking, “he didn't just take Damian.”
Evelyn stopped breathing. “What do you mean?”
Thomas closed his eyes, a tear escaping into the hospital pillow.
“You didn't have one baby that night in the clinic, Evelyn. You had twins.”
The heart monitor beeped loudly into the silence.
Evelyn’s face went completely slack. The gold locket slipped from her fingers, clattering against the metal bedrail.
“Twins?” Damian breathed, staring at his father in shock.
Thomas nodded, the guilt of a thirty-year secret finally breaking him.
“A boy and a little girl. Dominick only wanted the male heir. He took Damian.”
Evelyn let out a shattered, breathless gasp. “Where is my daughter, Michael? Where is my baby girl?”
Thomas looked at the doorway, toward the dark hospital corridor.
“Frances couldn't bear the guilt. She paid a family in Albany to take her. She made me swear to watch over her from afar, to make sure she was safe.”
Thomas turned his head. He didn't look at Evelyn. He didn't look at Damian.
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He looked directly at me.
“She’s safe, Evie,” Thomas whispered. “She’s standing right there.”
