Chapter 5: The Shattered Glass
Chapter 5: The Shattered Glass
Dominic fell to his knees as the pressure wave hit him. It was as if his own son’s grief was being funneled directly into his heart. He saw visions of his wife’s final moments—not an ambush, but an extraction. He saw that he had been the one being manipulated by his own security team to keep his son "contained."
The house, once a fortress of silence, was suddenly filled with the sounds of chaos. Alarms blared, but for the first time in years, the guards didn't move. They were paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the energy radiating from the four-year-old.
Clara knelt beside Dominic, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He doesn't need doctors, Dominic. He needs his father. He needs to feel safe."
Dominic looked at his hands, then at his son, who was crying—not in rage, but in relief. The boy looked at his father, his voice cracking after two years of silence.
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"Dad... stop," Noah whispered.
The house went silent. The heavy, suffocating atmosphere lifted. Dominic pulled his son into his arms, sobbing. The billionaire who controlled Chicago broke down, holding the only thing that truly mattered.
