"Ready?" Dominic asked softly from the doorway.

I looked at my sleeping children, at the life we'd built in Toronto, at the uncertain future waiting in New York.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I think I am."

The flight to New York felt different from all the others. This time, I wasn't running away. I was going home.

Kai slept on Dominic's lap while Solana curled up against me. Lily sat across the aisle, watching us with a soft smile. Bola was in the seat behind me, already planning how she'd ...