Chapter 11Five years later SarahSarah stood at the kitchen island, flipping golden pancakes on the griddle while the morning sun streamed through the tall windows of their spacious apartment. Five years had changed everything, and yet some mornings still felt beautifully ordinary.“Mom! I can’t find my blue socks!” Oliver’s voice echoed from upstairs, full of five-year-old drama.“Did you check under the bed like I told you yesterday?” Sarah called back, smiling to herself.A pause. Then triumphant shouting. “Found them!”Moments later, small feet thundered down the stairs. Oliver burst into the kitchen, backpack half-zipped, his dark hair still messy from sleep. He ran straight to her and wrapped his little arms around her waist, pressing his face into her side.“Morning, Mommy.”Sarah’s heart melted, the way it did every single time. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. “Good morning, my love. Sit down before the pancakes
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