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CHAPTER 112: (A QUIET EVENING)

Author: H. Scovia
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-17 16:07:45

DANICA

The drive home felt calm, the kind of quiet that didn’t need to be filled. Valerie hummed softly in the backseat, her head resting against the window, while little Ivan who had at some point woken up during the picnic, was now fast asleep. The sun was dipping low, streaking the sky with shades of gold and rose.

Beside me, Ivan had one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on his thigh. He looked… peaceful. For once, there were no business calls, no stiff silence between us, just the soft hum of the engine and Valerie’s half-asleep singing.

When we finally reached home, the kids were too drowsy to protest being carried inside. I took little Ivan upstairs, laid him in his crib, and returned to find Valerie cuddled up on the couch with her stuffed bunny Ella.

“Young lady,” Ivan said softly, crouching beside her, “why don’t you go change into your pajamas and play upstairs for a bit?”

She yawned, eyes fluttering. “Can I take some juice with me?”

“Of course,” I said, brushing
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