Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of the guest room where Daniel Cross had spent the night.
For the first time in years… He had slept peacefully. Not because the burden he carried had disappeared. But because he was no longer carrying it alone.
He buttoned his shirt, picked up his glasses from the bedside table, and walked downstairs.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted him before he reached the dining room.
Margaret smiled the moment she saw him. "Good morning." Daniel smiled back. "I can't remember the last time someone welcomed me with breakfast."
Margaret placed another plate on the table. "Then you've been surrounded by the wrong people." Daniel laughed. "I won't argue with that."
A few moments later, Clara entered carrying her new sketchbook. She had already
