Chapter 68 The Legacy We Build

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• The morning after the festival dawned with golden streaks of sunlight filtering through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes midair like suspended fireflies. The bakery smelled of vanilla and proofing dough, but it was the soft sounds of giggling that filled the heart of the house.
• Emma crouched on the floor in the living room, where her five-year-old twins, Mia and Jonah, sat cross-legged, stacking cookie cutters into what they called a “dough castle.” Their identical blue eyes—Rebecca’s eyes—sparkled with laughter as they worked.