Some endings were never meant to close a story, they were meant to begin a new one.
Evening settled gently over Ashwood House.
The room had grown quieter.
Outside, the last traces of sunlight faded beyond the gardens, leaving the sky painted in soft shades of blue and gold.
The chessboard remained between Noah and William.
Only a handful of pieces were left.
William studied the board for a long moment.
Then smiled.
"I think your father would know what comes next."
Noah looked carefully at every square.
He remembered Jonathan's words.
The best decisions are almost always made with patience.
He didn't rush.
He looked once.
Then again.
A third time.
Finally—
his fingers rested on the white queen.
William noticed.
"You've seen it."
"I think so."
Slowly—
Noah moved the pie
