Chapter 49

• ROBERT'S POV
• The morning light filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room where I woke up next to Emma. Her angelic face rested in serenity, red curls scattered across the pillow. Like a silent ritual, I gently stroked her hair, observing every detail of her face adorned with freckles that I had come to love.
• The first rays of sun painted Emma's skin with enchanting softness, and I got lost in silent contemplation, as if wanting to etch into my memory every curve, every expression of the woman who had captured my heart.