Then I turned toward the doorway.
Toward my home.
“I move on.”
“You think you’ll be okay?”
I smiled.
“No.”
Marcus frowned.
Then I added:
“I’m going to be better than okay.”
I stepped back into the warm hallway.
For years, Adrian had treated my patience as proof I didn’t understand what he was doing.
At Bellmere International Airport, he learned the truth far too late.
I had understood enough to let him believe his trap was working.
Right up until the moment it closed around him.
And for the first time in years—
