The Abrams mansion’s living room was a haven of warmth and light.
The television hummed softly, playing an old movie, as laughter and calm chatter filled the air.
Bella sat cross-legged on the carpet, engrossed in the scene, while Nicole leaned back against the couch, half-watching and half-lost in thought.
The matriarch of the house, Leo’s grandmother, rested comfortably in her chair, a faint, peaceful smile on her wrinkled face.
Then, without warning, the entrance door swung open.
All heads turned, startled, only for their expressions to shift into joy and relief when Leo stepped in. His tall frame filled the doorway, a suitcase clutched in one hand, and his signature grin stretched across his face.
The stress of his long business trip to Singapore hadn’t dulled his natural cha
