Naomi’s POV
The sun rose differently now.
It wasn’t the same pale, uncertain light that crept over battlefields and broken dreams. It was now richer—warmer—pouring into our home like it had been waiting for us to be ready and I'm glad we are happy.
I stood at the kitchen window, my hands wrapped around a coffee mug, watching Miranda chase butterflies in the garden. Her laughter lifted into the morning air like a song. Now my daughter is now a child once more.
Raymond sat on the porch steps, pretending to read but smiling every time she shrieked with joy, what a lovely sight to behold.
We were breathing again.
Not fighting.
Not hiding.
Just living.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, that was enough.
Being with my family, most especially my daughter, was enough for m
