Chapter 8 - The Flight to Boston
Within two hours of Victoria’s removal, Dominic's private medical jet was prepped on the tarmac at the international airport.
Inside the luxurious cabin, Lily was tucked into a plush leather seat under a warm cashmere blanket, sipping warm cocoa and giggling happily as she watched a Christmas cartoon on a tablet.
Sophia sat beside her, wearing a soft cream sweater that Dominic had bought for her from the airport boutique. She looked out the window at the snow falling over the city, still feeling as though she were living in a surreal dream.
Dominic sat down opposite them, handing Sophia a glass of warm tea before placing a thick leather binder on the table between them.
"What is this?" Sophia asked softly.
"The head of pediatric cardiology at Boston Children's Hospital is waiting for us," Dominic explained gently, his hand reaching across the table to cover hers. "The surgical team is already prepped. Lily will have her operation tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."
Sophia’s eyes welled with tears of profound relief. The weight of four long years of terror, poverty, and constant fear vanished from her shoulders in an instant.
"I spent four years thinking you hated me, Dominic," Sophia whispered, her voice choking up. "I thought you helped your mother throw me away."
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Dominic leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "I searched for you for two years, Sophia. I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second."
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