Harmony tilted her head, eyes sparkling, and for a moment the world outside her home didn’t exist. Just the hum of the afternoon, the faint scent of coffee lingering from earlier this morning, and the quiet intimacy of being with someone who had come back into her life in the most unexpected, yet perfect, way.
By the time the pizza arrived, Harmony had claimed her family’s old living room, the one she had inherited along with the house. Soft sunlight spilled through the tall windows, bouncing off the polished wooden floors and illuminating the walls lined with decades of family portraits. Smiling faces, black-and-white wedding photos, snapshots of summers long past—all watched over them as she draped a worn blanket over the couch and scattered a few pillows around like a fortress of comfo
