The morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, illuminating the spacious kitchen in a soft, golden glow. Julian stood at the stove, shirtless, the muscles of his back flexing as he flipped a pan of scrambled eggs. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the faint fragrance of lavender from Madeline’s garden just outside.
Through the open window, her soft humming floated in, blending seamlessly with the chirping of birds. She was bent over a row of blooming violets, her hands dirty with soil as she tended to her plants. Julian stole a glance at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. This—this simple, idyllic life—was what they had fought for.
But peace, as he’d learned, was a fragile thing.
A knock, faint and hesitant, broke the tranquility. Julian’s brow f
