Chapter 12 - THE FINAL SUNSET
The board meeting for the children’s hospital wing went perfectly.
I presented the funding proposals with a confidence I didn't know I possessed a year ago. The hospital administrators were thrilled, and the $5 million grant was officially approved.
As I walked out of the towering glass building into the warm Chicago afternoon, I took a deep breath of the crisp air.
My phone buzzed in my purse.
It was a text from Marco.
Boss says meet us at the lake house. Dinner is on him.
I smiled, hailing a cab and giving the driver the address for the Romano family’s private lake house just outside the city.
The drive was peaceful. The autumn leaves were turning brilliant shades of red and gold, reflecting off the calm waters of Lake Michigan.
When I arrived, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the property.
I walked around the side of the beautiful, rustic house to the large wooden deck overlooking the water.
The scene in front of me looked like something out of a movie.
A long, wooden farm table was set for dinner, adorned with simple string lights and fresh wildflowers.
Dominic was standing at a massive grill, flipping steaks, a beer in his hand. He was laughing at a joke Marco had just told.
Grace was sitting at the table, helping Lily with some last-minute flashcards for her biology exam.
And down by the water’s edge, Sophie was skipping rocks, completely carefree, her new stuffed rabbit resting safely on a nearby Adirondack chair.
“Hannah!” Sophie spotted me and ran up the grassy hill, throwing her arms around my waist.
“Hey, sweetie!” I laughed, hugging her back. “How many skips did you get?”
“Four!” she beamed proudly.
“That’s a new record,” Dominic smiled, walking over and handing me a glass of wine. “How was the meeting, Director?”
“The grant is approved,” I said, clinking my glass against his beer bottle. “They break ground next month.”
“Excellent work,” Dominic said, genuine pride in his voice.
I looked at Grace, who smiled warmly at me from the table.
“Come sit,” Grace called out. “The steaks are almost done, and Lily is about to explain the Krebs cycle to me again.”
“Please save me,” Lily groaned, rubbing her temples.
I laughed and took a seat beside my sister, feeling the cool evening breeze off the lake.
As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant shades of purple and pink, we sat around the table and ate.
The conversation flowed easily. There was no talk of syndicates, offshore accounts, or hidden ledgers.
There was only the sound of clinking silverware, shared stories, and the easy laughter of people who trusted each other implicitly.
I reached up and touched the silver locket resting against my collarbone.
My father had died trying to protect me from the shadows of his past. He had feared that sending me into the Romano world would destroy me.
He had been wrong.
The shadows hadn't destroyed me. They had forged me.
I looked at the little girl who no longer heard ghosts in her walls. I looked at the mother who had fought her way out of hell to return to her. And I looked at the man who had burned his own empire to the ground to keep them both safe.
I wasn't just a maid who had stumbled into a mafia war.
I was Hannah Miller.
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And for the first time in my life, I was exactly where I belonged.
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