Chapter 175 The Ruin Of Regret

• MILLIE’S POV
• Months had passed since Spain.
• The warmth of those ancient valleys still lived somewhere beneath my sternum — a quiet, protective thing I carried with me through the ordinary rhythms of running a territory, managing my mother's expanding corporate empire, and raising Leo through the loud, opinionated complexity of being seven years old. Life had settled into a shape I recognized as peace, even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days.