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, James was thinking about the next generation. About the dreams of his great-grandchildren. Sofia had two children now—a son named Enzo, after James's father, and a daughter named Rosa, after James's mother. They were the future of the Moretti family, the carriers of the legacy.
Gianna appeared beside him, her hand slippin
