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 different. Today, James was thinking about the future of the family history. He wanted to create a digital archive—a collection of stories, photographs, and documents that could be accessed by family members anywhere in the world. A way to ensure that the Moretti legacy would never be forgotten.
Gianna appeared beside him, her hand slipp
