*Aria*
I watch as Rayne brushes Sugar Plum’s shiny coat, her hands moving with the careful precision of someone who has dreamed of this moment for so long. The sun glints off the horse’s golden coat, and I can’t help but smile at the sight. She hums softly to the horse, her voice mixing with the crisp air; it’s a tune I recognize from one of her favorite shows.
Meanwhile, I can hear Riley shouting with glee from inside the house. He’s deep into his new game, and I can picture him, eyes glued to the screen, fingers flying over the controls. The joy of my kids is palpable, and I feel a warmth that fills me to the brim.
Ryder steps back out onto the porch, a sly grin on his face. He’s holding a small, wrapped gift, and I can’t help but feel a flutter of curiosity in my chest. “Hey, Aria,”
