The morning sun rose over the Harbor District, casting long golden shadows across the streets.
James sat on the porch of his home, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the city wake up around him. The years had brought many changes, but the view remained the same—the ships moving through the channel, the lights of the city glittering in the distance. It was a familiar sight, one that had been part of his life for as long as he could remember.
Today was special. Today, the Moretti family was holding its first-ever reunion. Cousins, aunts, uncles, and distant relatives from across the country were gathering to celebrate their shared history. It was a moment of connection, a moment of pride, a moment of love.
Gianna appeared beside him, her hand slipping into his. "You're up early again."
