Daniel asked Elena into the music room. She told him everything—about running, about Mark, about fear.
Daniel promised protection.
But elsewhere, Victoria made a call.
When Mark arrived demanding his “fiancée,” Daniel stood between them.
“People aren’t property,” he said.
Elena stepped forward.
“I’m not yours.”
Mark lunged. Security restrained him. Police took him away.
When silence returned, Lucas climbed into Elena’s arms. Daniel sat beside them.
Time passed. Elena’s father came to live with them. Love grew slowly, carefully.
They married beneath the trees.
Afterward, Daniel handed her an envelope.
Adoption papers.
“He already chose you,” he said.
Lucas hugged them both.
That night, the house felt different.
It wasn’t glass anymore.
It was home.
And Elena understood—she hadn’t found a family.
They had found her first.
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