Clarence’s POV.The sunlight streamed in through gauzy white curtains, painting golden patterns on the wooden floor of the house we now called home. Laughter drifted from the backyard, the kind of laughter that didn’t carry pain or weariness underneath it. Just joy. Pure and free.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my hands down the soft, peach-colored fabric of my dress. My belly had grown round and full, a living, breathing promise of everything I once thought I would never have.We were going to have a baby girl.Julian had cried when he found out. Real tears, the kind that broke quietly out of someone who had carried everyone else’s grief for too long.I remember how he had placed his forehead gently against mine, his hand spread over my stomach like he was trying to memorize the feeling."A girl?" he whispered, his voice catching.I had only nodded, smiling through tears of my own.Now, months later, we were celebrating her.The backyard had been transformed into somethi
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