Chapter 9 - A New Season
Six months passed, and the cold winds of winter gave way to the vibrant, fragrant blooming of spring.
Toby’s health had improved dramatically under the continuous care of Dr. Hayes. He had gained weight, his laughter filled the halls of their new home, and his asthma was completely managed under a regular preventative protocol.
Jenny had established the David Reeves Engineering Foundation, providing university scholarships for underprivileged young women pursuing architectural design.
Every Sunday afternoon had become an unspoken tradition: dinner on the garden terrace of my Lake Shore residence.
On a golden afternoon in May, the scent of grilling rosemary chicken and fresh garlic bread drifted across the terrace.
Toby was running across the lawn with my golden retriever, playing catch with an old tennis ball, his clear, happy laughter echoing against the lake breeze.
Jenny walked out from the kitchen carrying a pitcher of iced lemonade and two glasses, sitting beside me on the cedar bench. She wore a simple white linen sundress, her dark curls dancing in the gentle wind, looking stunning, peaceful, and completely radiant.
"Toby scored his first soccer goal yesterday, Marco," Jenny smiled warmly, pouring a glass of lemonade and resting her hand gently over mine.
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"I know," I chuckled softly. "Sal from the pawn shop was in the front row cheering like a lunatic."
Jenny laughed—a rich, melodic sound that warmed every corner of my soul.
