Chapter 38

• EMMA'S POV
• 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.