CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Forever Forward
Spring arrived in the mountain valley with a sudden, joyful explosion of color. Snow melted into rushing streams, the orchard trees burst into delicate pink and white blossoms, and the garden awakened with fresh green shoots pushing through the soil.
The seven sisters stepped onto the porch one bright morning to breathe in the scent of damp earth and new life, their faces turned toward the sun like flowers themselves.
The floating dock had survived the winter intact, now surrounded by tender wildflowers Sienna had encouraged along the shore. The pavilion stood ready for warmer days, its lanterns still hanging like patient stars waiting for evening.
Isabella’s studio overflowed with new canvases…spring blossoms, sisters working in the garden, the firs
