It was a quiet morning in the Mexican mansion. Natural sounds filled the air, including the distant crash of ocean waves, the whisper of the wind, and the rustle of leaves. But there was a distinct silence in the villa. This kind of peace had been achieved over many years of hardship, loss, and uncertainty. They had come a long way, and when the Blackwoods gathered around the table that morning, there was an unspoken agreement that they had finally found their real home.
Xander stood at the window and looked out over the horizon. After the frenetic past few years, this quiet period felt like a dream. They were no longer defined by their history; rather, it was an integral part of who they were and not a thing they had to hide from. They were complete and a family, not only survivors.
Sofia, who had become strong and confident, sat at the table with Liam and Elena. Even though they were fully grown adults, their kinship remained unbroken. Despite being in her early thirties, Elena main
