Evelyn's POV
By the time we turned into our neighborhood, the sun had already begun its slow descent toward the horizon. Warm golden light stretched across the quiet streets, painting familiar houses in soft shades of amber while children played in front yards, their laughter drifting lazily through the evening air.
I rested my forehead lightly against the window, taking in the sights I had grown up with but somehow hadn't truly appreciated until now. There was nothing extraordinary about the neighborhood. The roads weren't lined with luxury boutiques, the buildings weren't architectural masterpieces, and there were certainly no billboards displaying international fashion campaigns.
Yet...
It was home.
