Erin Walker sat at the small kitchen table in the house Leon had arranged, sipping chamomile tea as the twins dozed in their adjacent cribs. Dawn's pale light filtered through the curtains, illuminating family photos Leon had placed on the mantel—one of Erin holding Liam as a newborn, another of Leon smiling beside Luna. Erin traced her finger over the glass of a portrait, her chest tightening with memories of betrayal and hope.
A soft knock sounded on the front door. Erin set her mug down and rose, smoothing her sweater. In the entryway stood Ben Carter, carrying two paper bags and wearing a gentle smile.
“Good morning," he said quietly, removing his gloves. “I brought breakfast—frittatas and fruit cups."
Erin returned his smile, grateful. “Thank you, Ben. That's thoughtful."
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