He had one fist wrapped around her backpack, threatening to drag her out of first class, while the flight attendant stood beside him and did nothing.

Chapter 8

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Kristen returned the salute with perfect form, honoring the brotherhood that neither time, corruption, nor deep water could ever destroy. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder, walking side by side with Marcus toward the terminal exits.

Behind them, Flight 418 pushed back from the gate on schedule, heading out toward the open skies above the clouds. The arrogant man who believed wealth gave him power was bound for a cold federal prison cell.

Meanwhile, the woman who had carried the silent weight of sacrifice walked out into the warm, bright morning sunlight. Her scars remained, but the heavy burden of the past was gone, washed clean by honor, truth, and peace.

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