That morning, the air was still cold despite the sun climbing high in the sky. In the kitchen, Olivia was arranging breakfast with a faint smile. From time to time, she glanced at the living room, where Eliana was sitting on the carpet, playing puzzles with Hunter.
Once, a scene like that had only existed in her imagination. But now—fragile as it was—she was beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe, a family like this could be whole again.
Hunter, who was helping Eliana with the puzzle pieces, occasionally stole a glance at Olivia. His heart was warm, yet filled with resolve. He knew the time had come.
He slowly stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked gently.
Olivia turned to him, still wearing that faint smile. “Talk about what?”
Hunter
