Chapter 31 Seeds Of Change

• The morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. The kitchen still smelled of pancakes and syrup, and Emma could hear the soft hum of the dishwasher running as she stood at the window, a steaming mug of tea cradled in her hands.
• Behind her, the house had fallen into a rare lull. The twins were napping, exhausted after a morning of sticky fingers and squealing laughter, and Lucas had disappeared outside with a sketchpad and his second cup of coffee.
• Peace settled over the house, not the fleeting kind—but the deep, grounding kind that roots itself in your chest and makes you feel like, for the first time in a long time, you’ve finally come home.