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Chapter 117

Author: Lauren
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-25 18:27:27

Caroline’s

Point of View

Liam

crashes through the front door first. His little feet slap against the floor as

he kicks his shoes off thrilled. "Mom! We're home!"

I look

up from the stove. Garlic and butter smells float in the air. The kitchen feels

warm compared to the cold outside, but it's nothing like the warmth that starts

to spread in my chest when I see my son. His messy hair, his pink cheeks from

the cold, his bright eyes that always seem to be full of joy. It makes me stop,

and I grip the wooden spoon I've been stirring with tighter.

He

looks happy. Really happy.

Adrian

enters right after him, his presence filling the room, like he's always been a

part of this place.

I gulp.

For a

second, I let myself think—the impossible dream that pops up before I can push

it away. The view of them together like this coming into the house bringing the

chilly air, their laughter mixing with the home I've created. It's risky to

think this way.

To

picture a future that can't be real.

A

family.

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