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 old family home. The house where he'd grown up, where his parents had lived, where Sal had raised him after his parents died. It had been empty for years, a relic of the past. But James had decided it was time to restore it. Time to bring it back to life.
Gianna appeared beside him, her hand
