POV EMMA
The setting sun bathed the Williams' farm in golden hues, filling my heart with a mix of nostalgia and hope. I could barely believe I was back at the home where I had spent much of my childhood. The farm had always represented a place of comfort, a refuge from the hustle and bustle of the modern world.
My mother, Jacelyn, was excited to welcome us home, and Bobby and I helped her unload a few suitcases from the pickup truck before she left to prepare the rooms. Bobby had insisted on accompanying me, and his presence brought a sense of security.
The farm looked a bit different from the last time I had been here. Wildflowers grew along the stone paths, the barn appeared to have been freshly painted, and the stream still flowed gently nearby. The familiar scent of the countryside
