6 YEARS LATER...
SAVANNAH, GEORGIA..
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Gorbachev residence, casting a warm glow over the polished hardwood floors. The air was filled with the sound of laughter as two children, a boy and a girl, ran through the spacious living room, their giggles echoing off the walls. Their mother, April Gorbachev, chased them playfully, her long hair flowing behind her as she moved with an ease that belied the weight of her past. The years had been kind to her; her once timid demeanor had been replaced by a quiet strength and grace that she had earned through hardship and perseverance.
"Come back here, you two! It's time for breakfast before school!" April called out, her voice filled with affection as she finally caught up with them, sco
