CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT - The Last Dance Of Innocent Dreams

Justin watched the tender exchange, a small smile playing on his own lips. "I'm glad you two have each other. After everything you've been through, you deserve a little happiness." Leon and Nia turned to him, their expressions filled with a profound sense of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Justin," Leon said, his voice sincere. "For everything you've done to help us." Justin waved a dismissive hand, his gaze warm. "Don't mention it. We're family, Leon. And that means we stick together, no matter what." The trio fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the past finally beginning to lift. Nia felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that the long, painful journey was finally coming to an end. As the evening wore on, the activity outside the hospital suite slowly began to wind down. The flashing lights and the din of sirens had faded, replaced by the muted hum of the medical equipment and the occasional murmur of a passing nurse. Nia watched as Leon's eyelids grew heavy,