BEHIND US

Epilogue

Location: Waraha Estate – Tuscany Hillside Villa, Months Later

The wind was soft in Tuscany. Not the kind that howls or stirs fear—but the kind that carries music and the scent of ripe olives and jasmine across the countryside. The Waraha family had retreated here—not for strategy, not for secrecy—but for something rarer:

Peace.

Charlotte sat on a shaded veranda, a glass of iced roselle tea in hand. Her dress was simple linen, her heels traded for soft flats. Claire giggled in the background, chasing butterflies with a paper crown on her head and a stick she declared her “royal sword.”

Engfa stepped behind her, wrapping arms around her waist. No rush, no guards, no tension. Just them.

Engfa (softly):
“It’s quiet. Too quiet. Almost suspicious.”

Charlotte (smiling):
“Don’t jinx it. Maybe… this is our reward.”

Inside the villa, Snack and Pailiu were curled together on a wide couch, barefoot and wrapped in a single blanket. A wedding album lay open on the table—photos of laughter, tears, and fireworks, caught in still life.

Chris and Ethan, meanwhile, were in the vineyard, testing drones that doubled as wine-picking machines (Charlotte rolled her eyes, but secretly loved the innovation).

Marima and Heidi had taken up a new project—building safehouses in Eastern Europe for families displaced by corrupt corporations. They promised to return in time for Claire’s birthday.

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At sunset, the whole family gathered by the outdoor table.
No agents. No encrypted radios. Just food, fireflies, and one another.

Claire (shouting with juice all over her dress):
“Mama! Papa! Look! I made a castle!”

It was a messy pile of sticks and stones, but Engfa and Charlotte stood and clapped like she built Versailles.

Engfa whispered to Charlotte:
“You built this, you know. All of this.”

Charlotte (placing a kiss on her cheek):
“No. We built this.”

As the sun disappeared behind the hills and the sky turned gold and violet, the Waraha family sat around the table—laughing, telling stories, teasing each other—and for the first time in a long time, there were no alarms, no guns, no shadows.

Just love.
Just legacy.
Just peace.

As the stars bloomed in the sky like slow-burning embers, the laughter of the Waraha family echoed softly through the hills.

No headlines.
No enemies.
No war.

Just love—steady, sacred, and hard-won.

And as the wind whispered through the trees and Claire fell asleep in Charlotte’s lap, Engfa looked toward the horizon and smiled.

Because everything they had fought for—every secret, every scar—was finally behind them.

THE END.

Behind Us
By softwareengr

A story of legacy, love, and the quiet victories that follow the storms.