Time moves forward constantly, never waiting for anyone.
Year after year passed, bringing small changes that slowly shaped a new kind of life for the Blackwood family.
If every day in the past had felt like a battlefield to be conquered, now their days were filled with simple routines that had become the most precious part of their lives.
Sophia stood by the kitchen window one bright morning, helping to prepare breakfast alongside the household staff.
The mansion, which once had felt far too large and empty, now felt warm and alive.
The sound of small footsteps hurried down the stairs.
"Mommy!"
Their son appeared, his school uniform slightly rumpled and his hair clearly not combed properly.
Sophia immediately let out a soft laugh.
"Come here."
The boy stepped closer without protest and let Sophia smooth his hair into place.
"Why is it always a mess every morning?"
"I woke up late."
"Because you stayed up reading books late into the night again."
