I found them sleeping on a marble bench inside my bank—one exhausted mother and a six-year-old girl hugging a torn rabbit.

anyone who truly knew her.

Elian’s smile widened.

Victor leaned back, satisfied.

The priest began.

“Dearly beloved—”

The chapel doors opened again.

Not with a crash.

Not with drama.

Just wide enough for six federal agents to step inside.

The music faded one instrument at a time.

Agent Naomi Price walked down the aisle in a navy suit, her badge visible, her expression continue reading …