The months had passed quickly. The seasons shifted, the world spun forward, but for Ava, Dominic, and Liam, time finally moved at a pace they controlled. Life no longer rushed them. For once, they set their own rhythm.
Spring blossomed over Santorini, filling the island with bursts of color. The blue-domed churches, whitewashed villas, and winding cobblestone streets became part of their daily walks as a family. Tourists came and went, but the Sinclairs had carved out their private sanctuary.
This morning, Ava stood on the villa’s balcony, sipping tea as the sunrise painted the sky in shades of gold and blush pink. A soft breeze ruffled her robe. Below, she could hear Liam laughing as Dominic chased him across the lawn.
Their laughter, once rare and stolen, had become the soundtrack of her days.
She smiled, placing a hand on her stomach — small, but beginning to round.
Their family was growing.
Ava hadn’t planned on having another child so soon, but when she discovered the pregn
