The week following the "Century Storm" was a period of profound \bm{Static-Equilibrium}. Oakhaven lay buried under a blanket of white so thick it muffled the sound of the world, leaving the flower shop an island of warmth and light in a sea of frozen crystalline structures. Inside, the usual scent of eucalyptus and pine had been overtaken by the milky, sweet fragrance of a newborn—a scent that seemed to act as a chemical sedative on the high-strung occupants of the house.Aria Monroe sat in the nursing chair by the window, the winter sun catching the ash-brown highlights of her hair. In her arms, Leo was a warm, heavy weight, his tiny face a perfect blend of her delicate features and Ethan’s uncompromising bone structure. For the first time in twenty-five years, the "steel-gray eyes" that had seen too much were soft, brimming with a quiet, liquid joy."He’s staring at the light again," Aria whispered, her voice barely a breath. "He has your focus, Ethan. It’s a bit terrifying."The Do
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