CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Weeks blurred into a gentle tapestry at the mountain cabin, each day layering new threads of ordinary wonder onto the clean page the seven sisters had claimed as their own.
The floating dock became a favorite gathering spot, where they sat with feet dangling in the cool lake, sharing coffee in the mornings and quiet conversations as the sun dipped low in the evenings.
The garden Sienna had started expanding under collective hands…herbs and vegetables sprouting in neat rows, with Isabella’s colorful wildflower borders framing the edges like bright punctuation marks on the earth.
One bright morning, the sisters decided to build a proper outdoor studio for Isabella. They hauled salvaged lumber and old windows from a nearby abandoned shed, turning the project into a chao
