FLASHBACK
It was a cozy evening, the kind that made the sky blush in soft shades of amber and lavender. The breeze danced through the trees, rustling the leaves gently as though nature itself were whispering lullabies. Mitchell sat on the porch, leaning back slightly as he allowed the cool, earthy wind to sweep over his face. It had been a long day, and the serenity wrapping around him felt like a much-needed escape.
As he soaked in the moment, his gaze wandered lazily around the garden—and then it happened.
A sight caught his attention. Something—or rather someone—pulled him away from his trance.
It was Clara.
She was at the far end of the garden, by the rose bushes that Grandma Eve usually tended to. But today, Clara was the one trimming the flowers, her hands careful and deliberate
