Naomi's POV
The next morning began slowly, not the slow, dragging manner to which I'd grown accustomed before—but the comfortable rhythm of normal life.
The first thing I heard was the very beautiful voice of my lovely daughter.
Her voice greeted me with the soft song coming from her bedroom, her voice drifting from room to room like birdsong. Her voice was like a cold water that melted my heart.
I simply remained there for some minute, I wasn't running away from anything, I wasn't scared of anything either.
I just want to live in the moment from now on and with that in mind, I felt what I had not allowed myself to feel in a very long time—peace.
………..
Downstairs was already bubbling, I was greeted by the smell of freshly made coffee.
And there was Raymond, he was up already,
