“I am documenting a violation of a court-mandated protection order,” David said.

“Every frame has a timestamp.”

“I suggest you return to your vehicle and leave the premises immediately.”

Julian looked between David and me.

He looked at Harrison, who was sobbing into my neck.

“This isn’t over, Elena,” Julian said, his voice shaking with a quiet fury.

“You think you’ve won, but you’ve just started a war you can’t afford.”

“I can afford to protect my son,” I said.

Julian turned on his heel and walked back toward his rental car.

His leather shoes slipped slightly on the wet grass, but he didn’t look back.

He got into the sedan, slammed the door, and started the engine.

The tires spun on the gravel as he backed out of the parking lot and sped away down the narrow coastal road.

I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for months.

My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to stand tall.

“Are you alright, Mrs. Carter?” David asked, coming to a stop a few feet away.

“I’m fine,” I said, kissing Harrison’s wet cheek.