Laughter rippled through the room, soft at first, then spilling freely like old music rediscovered.
At the head of the table sat Piaolo, his aged eyes gleaming brighter than the lights above. There was peace in his expression, a rare, contented peace that settled into the lines of his face. Watching his granddaughter seated beside Asher, laughter dancing between them like sunlight, he felt the weight of every silent prayer he had whispered finally lift.
His heart swelled, a tender ache blooming in his chest. She’s home, he thought. Truly home.
He found solace in knowing that his granddaughter was safe, safe with the man who had once stumbled but had fought his way back to redemption. Piaolo smiled faintly, his hand trembling slightly as he raised his glass in silent gratitude.
Now, he
