Page 113 of Dallas Rivals

Cala nods and slips her hand into mine.

“Let’s go.”

After a two-hour flight, I’m standing face-to-face with my parents in the police station. They listen as Officer Cruz—an impossibly kind woman, kinder than they deserve—lays everything out for them, steady and patient.

My mom cries.

My dad says nothing. Not a word.

When it’s my turn, I walk into a small room with Cala beside me. There’s a camera, a microphone, and I tell everything. Every detail. How that man stole my childhood and shattered the person I was supposed to become.

The officer listens closely, asks her questions, takes notes.

When we’re done, I open the door and let Cala step out first. I’m about to follow when I hear Officer Cruz’s voice behind me.

“Don’t you worry, Mr. Walker. He won’t hurt another soul. I’ll make damn sure of it.”

I manage a faint smile and nod once.

Then I close the door and with it, the darkest chapter of my life.

It’s time. I can feel it in my bones—the moment to stop carrying the pain of what happened before and letting it spill over into today. I need to let go of everything that’s held me back, the memories, the guilt, the sorrow, and finally start living again. The past has shaped me, but it doesn’t get to decide who I am now. I am ready to reclaim my life and step forward, embracing the present for what it is and allowing myself a chance at happiness.

Cala’s waiting for me outside, her eyes soft, her smile steady.

Starting over feels effortless with my life so full—especially with her by my side. Her laughter fills our days, her unpredictable ideas keep life exciting, and the warmth of her presence makes every moment brighter. When I look into her black eyes, I know she truly sees me. Imagining our future together—children, dogs running through the yard, and sunsets melting over the ranch—brings me a sense of deep peace.

I’m ready for every part of this new chapter.

“You okay?” she asks, her voice gentle.

I can’t help but grin as I pull her into my arms, holding her close and savoring the happiness we’ve found together.

“Better than ever.”

EPILOGUE.

“Oli!” I shout from the shower.

Hot water crashes against my back, steam filling every inch of the bathroom.

When Oliver bursts through the door, his eyes already know what’s happening—mostly because my hand is clutching my stomach and my breathing is completely out of control.

He wraps a big towel around me, drying me off with quick, focused movements.

“The bag’s already in the Rover. I just need to get you dressed and we’re out the door,” he says, his voice calm and steady.

My mind is racing a thousand miles a minute—anxiety, fear, joy—all tangled together in my chest.

I can’t bend down, so Oliver slips on a pair of sneakers, no socks, then scoops me up effortlessly from the bed.

Downstairs, Eliza is waiting, following Oliver’s orders as he carries me through the hall. I don’t really hear what they’re saying—I just follow his lead. Well, technically, my body follows his; my brain can barely keep up.

He gets me settled in the passenger seat, buckles my seatbelt, and jumps into the driver’s side.

As we pull out of the garage, he switches the music and puts on my favorite song— “The River” by AURORA—playing low.

His hand finds my thigh, warm and grounding, and he gives me a small, confident smile.