David
The sunlight warmed her face, illuminating the faint freckles across her cheeks. She was laughing—God, that laugh. It was the kind of sound that made everything else fall away, that made me think maybe I hadn’t completely screwed up my life.
Laura stood in the doorway, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, wearing a simple white dress that hugged her perfectly. She looked timeless, radiant, like she belonged in a painting.
“David, stop staring,” she teased, her smile playful, her eyes sparkling in the way that always undid me.
“Can’t help it,” I said, stepping closer.
“Dad!” Adrian’s voice rang out from the living room, where he and Alexandra were playing. He looked older, his messy hair still somehow endearing, chasing after his sister, who clutched a stuffed bun
