RAPHAEL'S POV
The sun was plummeting down into the vast blue sky and scattering a golden sheen on our love garden.
The flowers were bright, rustling gently under the caress of the warm breeze, presenting a very wallpaper-like dreamlike view.
Harper was seated across from me, her laugh pouring like music as she narrated her day-to-day stories. Our lovely son, Lawrence, sat between us, with both cheeks crammed with the delicious dish we prepared together.
"Dad, can my friends come over to play?" he asked, vividly excited. "I want Lorenzo to come!"
When Lawrence mentioned the boy's name, there was a cracking of a chair, tension pouring through the atmosphere.
Harper's smile weakened; an icy glare was shot at Lawrence.
"Honey," she barked. "You should stop thinking about that boy a
