Chapter 40 - Forever HomeLily ran back toward Mark, holding up a bright, shiny pink seashell she had just found.
"Look, Daddy! It looks like a little heart!" she cheered, holding it up toward the fading sunlight.
Mark crouched down, taking the shell in his hand. "It's beautiful, Lily. Just like you."
Owen ran over too, tumbling onto the sand beside them and laughing as a tiny wave wet his toes. Mark wrapped both arms around his son and daughter, pulling them close as the cool evening breeze blew softly over the ocean.
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There were no heavy brooms here. No dark cellars, no raw knees, and no cold marble floors.
There was only the warmth of a father's embrace, the sound of loving laughter, and a promise that would never, ever be broken again.
