Tessa inhaled. “I would like to stay. Not as a maid. Not in the shadows. I would like to help you rebuild what he tried to break.”
Maxwell nodded. “I would like that too.”
Maribel appeared in the doorway, leaning on her cane, watching them with a faint smile. “The Grayson name has survived storms before. It will survive this one as well. Especially if we weather it together.”
Maxwell looked at Tessa, at his mother, at the estate he nearly lost, and felt the ground steady beneath him at last. Outside, the ocean roared, not with warning, but with promise. For the first time in a long time, the future felt possible.
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