After writing for what felt like hours, he put the notebook down and leaned back against the couch, exhaustion washing over him. He closed his eyes, imagining a future where they could be happy again. "I'll fight for you, Sophia," he promised softly, drifting into a restless sleep filled with dreams of her.
Hours later, he awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing. Heart racing, he grabbed it, hoping it was a message from her. Instead, as disappointing as it could be, it was a news alert about the night's events—a report on the police operation and the arrests made.
He read through the details, his heart sinking at the mention of Smith and his gang. "I hope they're all behind bars for good," he murmured, anger bubbling up again. "They'll never hurt you again and they'll pay for all what they've put you through Sophia."
