#Chapter 158 - Justice

Emily The quiet of our home feels almost surreal. Logan and I sit on the living room couch, Peter resting peacefully on a soft mat on the floor, his tiny chest rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. The faint hum of the heater, the soft light spilling from the lamp, and the muted tick of the clock make the moment feel almost sacred. For the first time in weeks, the chaos of the hospital, the press, and the weight of leadership has melted away, leaving just us, our son, and the fragile sense of normalcy we’ve been craving. I glance down at Peter, and my chest swells with a mixture of awe and tenderness. He looks so small, so perfect, so impossibly vulnerable. His little fists curl and unclench, and I reach out instinctively, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. I can’t help the shiver of love that runs through me, the absolute certainty that this tiny life is everything. Tony enters the room quietly, but his presence commands attention anyway. Even in casual moments,