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The metallic ringtone of my phone echoed against the glass panels of the Chicago O’Hare terminal, cutting through the ambient roar of travelers, flight announcements, and rolling suitcases. / Chapter 20 / 20

Chapter 20 - Epilogue – The Open SkyFive years after that fateful morning at Chicago O’Hare International Airport, I stood once again on the observation deck of the terminal, looking down at Gate 42.

The hustle and bustle of travelers rushed past, completely unaware of the ghosts that once haunted these floor tiles.

I wore a timeless tailored navy coat—not the one I had bought for Daniel, but a new one, chosen by me, for me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to check the screen.

Flight Boarding Notice: First Class to Paris, direct.

Liam walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder, matching my gaze toward the tarmac where airplanes lifted gracefully into the open, endless sky.

"Ready for our next adventure, Mrs. Vance-Bennett?" Liam murmured teasingly.

I smiled, locking my fingers securely through his, feeling the absolute warmth of a life built on truth, strength, and unbreakable love.

"Always," I answered.

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