ISABELLA’S POV Crestwood campus quad smelled exactly the way I remembered: cut grass mixed with coffee from the student union and the faint tang of old books drifting out of open library windows. Sunlight slanted through the maples and painted gold patches across the stone paths. I stood at the edge of the lawn with Lunaria’s small hand tucked inside mine while Sebastian walked a step behind us, carrying the diaper bag slung over one shoulder like he had been doing it his whole life. Dad trailed last, his hands in his pockets, watching everything with that quiet smile he wore whenever he thought no one noticed.Lunaria tilted her head back and squinted up at the tall brick buildings.“This is where you went to school, Mommy?”I squeezed her fingers. “This is where everything started, baby. Right here.”She frowned. “Started how?”I glanced at Sebastian. He raised one eyebrow and gave me the tiniest nod, the kind that said your call.I crouched low so I was eye level with her. “Daddy
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