Chris
The morning after the 4th of July party at my parents' place, the house felt quiet, almost peaceful. The boys were still sleeping, and I could hear the soft hum of Shayla moving around in the kitchen. I could feel the weight of the day ahead—the lingering tension from last night's formalities and the responsibility of today's task: interviewing two potential bodyguards for Shayla and the boys.
Security had been on my mind for a while now. After everything we'd been through—Rebecca's manipulations, Caroline's attempts to disrupt our lives, and the looming trial with Terrance—I knew it was time to bring in extra protection. Not just for Shayla, but for the boys too. They needed someone to keep them safe when I wasn't around. I trusted no one more than Mark, but now we needed a team.
