Chapter 7: Homecoming
It was almost evening.The sky above the hospital had dimmed into hues of gold and ash. After ensuring Daniel was in safe hands and stable condition, Elena turned to her son, her voice soft but filled with resolve.
"Let’s go home, son."
Miles blinked.
Those words still didn’t sound real.
Before he could respond, the twins, now wide awake and lively, chimed in with beaming faces: "We wanna play with big bro!"
Miles gave a small, rare smile — fleeting, but honest. He said nothing, simply nodding, and gently placed his hand on Elena’s back to guide her as they walked through the hospital gate.
Ethan was already there, leaning on the car like a silent sentinel. He straightened up at the sight of them, opened the doors, and gave Miles a slight, knowing nod.
As the car started rolling, Miles stared out of the window, watching the city blur past.
For the first time in seventeen years...He wasn’t being flown to an operation. No hidden comms in his ear. No dossier. No kill orders.
He was going home.
That’s what he thought.