Amelia turned her key in the door slowly, almost hesitantly, as if holding onto the last threads of warmth that had filled her heart just moments earlier. As she stepped into the apartment, the soft laughter that greeted her felt like a wave of familiarity washing over her—a reminder that no matter how much life changed, some things remained beautifully constant. Henry's laughter. It was pure, innocent, and filled every corner with their modest home, reaching her as if to ground her in a way that only he could.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a brief moment, allowing herself to savor the memory of her afternoon with Liam. His laughter, his kindness, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke. For the first time in a long while, she had felt a lightness in her spirit, a
