Diana's POVThree weeks later, I sat in our beautiful living room, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink. The house felt peaceful now—like all the darkness had finally been swept away. Raphael walked in with two cups of hot chocolate, setting one down beside me before

settling into his favourite spot next to me on the couch.

"I still can't believe it's all over," he said softly, pulling me closer to him. "But there's something I need to know, Diana. How did you do ...