The morning sun bathed the vineyard in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows across the rolling hills. Isabella stood on the porch of Ethan’s house, a mug of coffee warming her hands as she gazed out at the familiar landscape. There was something peaceful about the way the vines stretched toward the horizon, their leaves rustling in the cool breeze. It felt like home, even though it had been years since she’d truly considered Sonoma her home.
Behind her, the house was quiet, save for the occasional sound of footsteps or the faint clink of dishes being cleaned in the kitchen. Ethan had left early to help his parents with the harvest, but not before offering a soft kiss goodbye, his touch lingering a little longer than usual, as if he didn’t want to let go.
Isabella had made the decis
