Naomi's Pov
The golden morning light seeped in through the curtains, dancing across the hardwood floor like sun-kissed ribbons.
I rolled out of bed and stretched. I'd spent the first night in what felt like forever without waking up in fear or anxiety.
Outside, the birds sang their sweet morning songs to remind us of the real world—one that was no longer burdened by the fear that sometimes felt so heavy on my chest.
Raymond was up and out of bed. I noticed sounds of clinking in the kitchen and a slight creak.
"Daddy that's too much syrup!"
There was laughter.
I smiled to myself and rose to my feet, pulling the folds of the robe closer around me. The mirror caught my reflection. My face was softer and more rested-looking; my eyes still held a trace of the past but also a glint of ho
