“Oh my God, Izzy, are you okay?”
“I— yes,” I manage.
Savannah reaches us next, checking my face like she’s assessing damage. Rose and Amber follow right behind her.
They look completely different from the women I worked with for years.
Stronger.
Sharper.
Dangerous, even.
“What are you all doing here?” I ask.
Erin snorts.
“We heard the calls between the Dons.”
Savannah crosses her arms. “And decided there was no way in hell we were abandoning our friend.”
Amber smiles faintly. “You missed a lot.”
Rose laughs softly. “We’ve got some catching up to do.”
I step back and look at them properly.
And suddenly I see it.
Each woman reaches for someone beside her.
Erin’s hand slips into Luca’s.
Savannah stands shoulder to shoulder with Riccardo.
Rose links arms with Giovanni.
Amber leans lightly against Matteo.
The realization hits me slowly.
The impossible thing that happened to me?—
It happened to all of them too.
They found love.
All of them.
I look up at Nico.
He’s watching me with quiet patience, Noah still asleep in his arms.
I slide my fingers into his.
Our son between us.
“Let’s go home,” I say. “And after that, we can talk about docking everyone’s pay for faking sick.”
