The early sunlight softly enveloped the Sterling estate, casting a warm, golden hue across the garden. Laughter drifted through the atmosphere like a comforting tune, familiar and calming. The roses Ava planted months earlier were now in full bloom, framing the twisting path to a new glass-walled studio situated next to a serene, shimmering pond. Inside, Ava was barefoot, the cool floor against her feet, sunlight casting a golden hue on her skin. In one arm, she held their son. In the other, a paintbrush hovered just above a blank canvas.Leo.Three months old, and already carrying the quiet fire of both his parents. His piercing, curious eyes fixed on hers with a stare so powerful, so steady, it nearly took her breath away. The identical look Damien repeatedly gave her, as though she were a rare gem in a world too quick to acknowledge beautyShe rocked Leo gently as her brush moved across the canvas, each stroke slow and full of intention. The colors were bold, uncertain, something
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