Chapter 15 - THE LIFE SHE NO LONGER HAD TO HIDE
Cormack proposed on a rainy evening in Boston.
They were standing in the same bar where they'd first met.
The club had changed.
New ownership.
New management.
No armed guards.
No criminal meetings.
Just music.
Warm lights.
And people enjoying themselves.
Dela stood near the counter.
Cormack approached.
“Whiskey?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely not.”
He laughed.
“Fair.”
Then he reached into his pocket.
Dela froze.
“Cormack?”
He smiled nervously.
“I had a speech.”
She laughed.
“Of course you did.”
“I forgot most of it.”
She smiled.
“Then just talk.”
Cormack swallowed.
“Three years ago, you were hiding from the world.”
His voice softened.
“And I was hiding behind power.”
He looked at her.
“You saved my life.”
Dela shook her head.
“You saved mine too.”
Cormack smiled.
“Maybe.”
He opened a small velvet box.
Inside was a simple diamond ring.
“But what matters is that we stopped hiding.”
Dela's eyes filled.
Cormack continued.
“I love you.”
“Not because you saved me.”
“Not because you stood up to me.”
“But because you remind me every day that being alive means nothing if you're not willing to live honestly.”
He took a breath.
“Will you marry me?”
Dela covered her mouth.
“Yes.”
Cormack closed his eyes.
“Really?”
She laughed through tears.
“Yes, you impossible man.”
He slipped the ring onto her finger.
Then kissed her.
Outside, the rain continued falling.
But for the first time in years, Dela didn't feel like she was drowning in it.
### FIVE YEARS LATER
The Brennan home overlooked Boston Harbor.
Morning sunlight filled the kitchen.
Dela stood at the counter preparing breakfast.
Their four-year-old daughter, Maeve, sat at the table drawing pictures.
Their two-year-old son, Daniel, was attempting to feed cereal to the family dog.
Cormack entered carrying a stack of mail.
Maeve looked up.
“Daddy!”
He smiled.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
She pointed toward the window.
“Rain!”
Cormack glanced outside.
Gray clouds hung over the harbor.
He smiled.
“Yes.”
Dela watched him.
For a moment, she remembered the bar.
The whiskey.
The ice sphere.
The gun pressed into her ribs.
And the sentence that had changed everything.
Cormack noticed her expression.
“What?”
She smiled.
“Nothing.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Dela.”
She laughed.
“I was thinking about the first night we met.”
Cormack groaned.
“Please don't tell the children.”
Maeve looked up.
“Tell us what?”
Dela grinned.
“Mommy once spilled Daddy's very expensive drink.”
Cormack laughed.
Maeve gasped.
“On purpose?”
Dela smiled.
“Yes.”
Maeve frowned.
“Why?”
Cormack looked at his wife.
Then at their children.
And smiled.
“Because Mommy was very brave.”
Dela's eyes filled.
He stepped closer.
Kissed her forehead.
And whispered, “Still is.”
Outside, rain fell over Boston.
Inside, their children laughed.
And the woman who had once spent three years hiding from the world finally understood something extraordinary.
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She had not survived merely to escape her past.
She had survived to build a future.
