Chapter 20 - The Quiet EveningTwo years after our wedding, golden morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our farmhouse master bedroom.
The room was warm, filled with the sweet fragrance of roasting coffee beans and fresh cinnamon rolls baking in the kitchen.
I sat in the wide cedar rocking chair beside the window, cradling our newborn baby boy, Leo, while Sarah smiled lovingly down at us from the doorway, her arms wrapped around a ten-year-old Mia.
"Look at our boys," Sarah whispered happily, walking over to kiss my forehead.
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"We made it, El... I mean, Sarah," I smiled, correcting myself with a chuckle as we shared a warm laugh.
I looked out through the glass at the golden orchard glowing under the morning sun, knowing that no shadow could ever touch our home again.
