Page 123 of Infamous

After revelation.

The world doesn’t end with a scream. It exhales.

And I realize that redemption isn’t found in the saving.

It’s in the aftermath - the breath you take when the monster turns out to be the man who never stopped loving you.

EPILOGUE 1 - BILLY BLUE

The wind hums through the old cemetery like an old friend.

Soft. Familiar. A lullaby whispered through the trees.

Nadia walks the narrow path with a blanket slung over one arm and a small boy balanced against her hip. Billy’s hair is dark like Lucian’s, but his eyes - they’re her own. Wide, curious, full of light the world hasn’t managed to snuff out. He babbles nonsense at the sky, small hands clutching the worn strap of her bag, and the sound fills the air like music.

“Careful, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple. “We’re almost there.”

Lucian’s a few steps behind her, the way he always is when they come here. He’s carrying flowers - white peonies, Billie’s favorite. His shoulders are broader now, his hair threaded with a few silver strands he’ll never admit to, but his eyes are the same: that impossible mix of steel and tenderness that once held her together through a war neither of them were supposed to survive.

They stop at the small grave near the willow tree, the one markedBillie Cross - beloved sister, beloved soul.

Nadia takes the flowers from Lucian then kneels, settingthem down. Billy squirms out of her arms, curious fingers reaching for the petals. She lets him touch them.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she says softly. “I brought Billy to see you. You’d love him, I think. He laughs just like you used to.”

Lucian crouches beside her. He says nothing at first, just stares at the grave, at the name that shaped so much of who he became. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough around the edges.

“She’d be proud of you.”

Nadia glances up, smiling faintly. “Ofus.”

He huffs out a laugh that doesn’t quite hide the emotion behind it. “You did the hard part.”

She reaches for his hand, fingers lacing through his. “You stayed for it.”

The wind picks up, carrying the scent of cut grass and rain that hasn’t fallen yet. Billy squeals, delighted by the flutter of a bird nearby. Lucian leans back on his heels, watching them both like he still can’t quite believe they’re real.

It took five years to get here.

Five years of clinic rooms and night sweats, of therapy sessions where she learned to tell the difference between healing and pretending. Five years of waking up in the middle of the night gasping for air, and finding his hand already there. Five years of learning that recovery isn’t linear, that love isn’t a cure, but sometimes it’s enough.

Billy was the impossible miracle - the five percent they whispered about under sterile lights. The universe’s apology, maybe, or just its way of reminding her that even broken things bloom if you give them time.

She runs her fingers through her son’s curls and watches him laugh. “We’re okay now,” she whispers to Billie’s grave. “You can rest easy, big sister.”

Lucian’s gaze softens. He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Nadia’s ear. “You really did love her, didn’t you?”

“Always,” she says. “Some ghosts you don’t bury. You just… learn to walk beside them.”

He nods slowly, eyes glinting with sunlight and memory. “Guess we both learned that.”

Billy toddles over to Lucian and climbs into his lap with all the clumsy confidence of a child who’s never known fear. Lucian catches him easily, kissing the top of his head. The boy giggles and presses his tiny palm to Lucian’s cheek, leaving a smudge of dirt there.

“Daddy,” he says, proud of the word, of the world it builds.

Lucian laughs - a deep, unguarded sound that still feels new every time. “Yeah, little man. Daddy’s here.”

Nadia feels the sting of tears but doesn’t hide them. She’s not ashamed of the softness anymore. Not of the scars, or the past, or the woman she became on the way back.