Hundred and ten

Yara's POV.

The house was filled with the tantalizing aroma of simmering stew as I moved around the kitchen, humming a tune under my breath. It had been a quiet day, and with Mauris away at the council meeting, I found solace in keeping myself busy. The rhythmic clatter of pots and pans accompanied my cheerful melody, filling the air with a sense of contentment.

Every now and then, I would steal a glance at the living room where our baby peacefully slumbered in the cozy cot. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm embrace over the room. I smiled, grateful for the tranquility that enveloped our little haven on the outskirts of town.

As I bustled around the kitchen, preparing a meal for Mauris's return, I felt a sudden prickling sensation at the back of my neck, as if someone was watching me. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination and continued my culinary endeavors, try