I decided to stay.
Not because I was brave or because I’m healed.
But running won’t save , and Tony was right about that.
The trauma follows, the guilt follows, and location doesn’t fix broken things.
So I’m staying, and I’m facing it.
All of it.
Three days after The Shadow’s call, I’m sitting in Dr. Nina Cole’s office.
A therapist specializing in PTSD and trauma. The FBI recomnded her. Said she’s worked with agents, soldiers, and survivors... people like .
"Tell why you’re here," she says.
She’s an older woman with kind eyes and a patient posture.
"I failed seventeen people. They’re dead because of ."
"Tell about that. What happened?"
I explained. The consulting firm, the clients, Diane’s attack, the leaked list, the bounties, and the deaths.
All of it.
Dr. Cole listens. She took notes and didn’t interrupt.
When I finished, she asked. "Tell about survivor’s guilt. What does that an to you?"
"It ans I’m alive and they’re not. It ans I promised them safety and couldn’t deliver."
"And you feel responsible for their deaths?"
"I am responsible. Diane targeted them because of . That’s causation... a direct causation."
"Diane targeted them," Dr. Cole repeats. "Diane. Not you."
"But-"
"Katherine, did you kill those seventeen people?"
"No, but-"
"Did you hire the assassins? Did you leak the list? Did you put bounties on their heads?"
"No. Diane did."
"Exactly. Diane killed them. Not you. One person’s evil doesn’t negate your good intentions."
I’m crying now, I couldn’t help it.
"But I promised them safety. I said they’d be protected. I lied."
"You did everything possible to provide safety. You warned them, you offered protection, you tried to relocate them. Diane was simply more ruthless and more prepared. That doesn’t make their deaths your fault."
"Then whose fault is it?"
"Diane’s, Charles Sterling’s legacy... a system that created people like them but not yours... never yours."
It’s the first ti anyone’s said that, and I’ve actually heard it.
Really heard it.
Not Tony’s reassurances, Bella’s logic, or Elliot’s statistics.
This. From a stranger who had no reason to lie, and I broke down completely.
Dr. Cole hands tissues and lets cry.
"This is going to take ti," she says gently. "Healing always does. But Katherine, you’re already doing the hardest part. You’re facing it. You’re here."
I told Tony about the session that night.
We were in our temporary apartnt. We’d be moving to a more secure building next week.
"She said it’s not my fault."
"I’ve been saying that for weeks."
"I know. But I couldn’t hear it. Not from you or from anyone who loves . I needed to hear it from soone objective."
Tony pulls close. "Are you okay?"
"No. But I’m getting there. Day by day."
"That’s all I can ask."
We were on the couch, close but not touching. Still careful with each other.
"I’ve decided sothing," I tell him. "About the firm."
"Yeah?"
"I’m not shutting it down. I’m rebuilding it... differently and better."
Tony sits up. "Really?"
"I think closing the firm dishonors those who died. They believed in second chances, in redemption. If I quit, Diane wins, and I won’t let her win."
"What’s your plan?"
"A new na. Second Chances Consulting. I’d remove our nas; it makes it less of a personal target."
"Smart."
"Remote work in hidden locations provides maximum security for all clients. And I’d be partnering with the FBI, we’d need an official protection program for high-risk cases."
"Katherine, that’s brilliant."
"It’s necessary. If I can’t promise safety, I can’t deliver. But with FBI backing, with proper security, and with better systems, maybe I can actually keep people alive this ti."
"How much will it cost?"
"A lot. Probably more than-"
"I don’t care." Tony interrupts. "Whatever you need and however much it costs. I’ll fund it. All of it."
"Tony, that’s-"
"What partners do. You supported my business when everyone thought I was a criminal. Now I support yours. That’s how this works."
I kiss him. It’s the first ti I’ve initiated it in weeks.
He responds carefully as if I’m fragile.
"I’m not going to break," I whisper against his mouth.
"I know, but you’ve been through hell. I don’t want to push-"
"I miss you. Miss us." I pull back to look at him. "I’m ready to try... to be us again."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He kisses , deeper this ti but less careful.
We move to the bedroom slowly, no rush.
Making love felt different this ti.
It’s not the desperate ones happening like after battles or frantic, like when we thought we’d die.
It’s tender, gentle, and healing.
Tony’s hands were reverent, tracing scars - physical and emotional.
"I love you," he whispers. "Every broken piece, every scar. All of you."
"I love you too." Tears stread down my face. "Thank you for not giving up on ."
"Never. I’ll never give up on us."
We took our ti reconnecting. Finding each other again after weeks of distance.
It’s slow and emotional, but it’s real, and it’s us.
Afterward, tangled together, I said. "I’m sorry for almost leaving and for shutting you out."
"I understand why, and I’m glad you stayed."
" too."
We lay there just holding each other and being together.
For the first ti in weeks, I feel like maybe... just maybe... We’ll be okay.
Over the next few weeks, things slowly stabilize.
Ted, Rose, and Will were working with the FBI, trying to identify The Shadow.
"Cross-referencing everyone Charles ever trained," Ted explains via video call. "But it’s thousands of nas and decades of records."
"This could take months," Rose adds. "Maybe years."
"Then we take precautions," Tony says. "Live smart, but we don’t stop living."
And we don’t.
Marvin Industries was thriving, and the stock prices were at record highs.
"Surviving two assassination attempts makes you look resilient to investors," Robert Gale said during the last board eting.
The major hotel deal was closed. The expansion into entertainnt was moving forward.
Everything Tony built was succeeding.
But he’s different now. He’s more balanced and actually present.
He’s also been delegating to Bella, leaving work at work and coming ho at reasonable hours.
"Bella’s CEO material," he tells . "She runs operations better than I ever did."
"You’re okay with that?"
"I’m relieved. ans I can focus on what actually matters. Us, our life, and our future."
We’re finding joy again in small monts.
Like tonight, we attempted to cook dinner together.
"How do you burn pasta?" Tony was laughing.
"It’s a skill!" And I was defending myself. "A very specialized skill!"
"You’re a financial genius who can’t boil water."
"I have other skills!" I was laughing too, which was the first genuine laugh in weeks.
He pulls close. "Oh? What skills?"
"Wouldn’t you like to know?"
The food was forgotten, and we’re back to kissing, our hands wandering.
Then I accidentally knock over the pot of burned pasta water.
"Kitchen sex is ssier than expected," Tony comnted.
"It’s worth it, though."
"Definitely worth it."
We end up ordering takeout and eating it on the floor. It was ridiculous and perfect.
"We should burn dinner more often," Tony said.
"Or skip straight to dessert."
"I like how you think."
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