The weekend sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Vescari family’s living room, catching on the glass vases and polished wood furniture. The house was full of noise... Soft laughter, clinking dishes, and the hum of relaxed conversation. It had been a while since the entire family gathered like this, and it showed in the warm energy filling the room.
Kieran sat on the couch beside Clara, their shoulders close enough to touch but still leaving a small, comfortable gap. For anyone watching, they looked calm and collected, but Arielle, sitting across from them, noticed something different in her son’s demeanor.
The weight Kieran had been carrying over the past few weeks seemed lighter now. There was an ease to him, a quiet confidence that hadn’t been there before. And every time
