Time continued to move forward, unstoppable.
Year after year passed, bringing changes that slowly became clear and tangible in the lives of the Blackwood family.
The little boy who used to run through the corridors of the mansion had now grown taller. His voice had deepened and matured.
His way of thinking had grown wiser.
And every time she noticed these changes, Sophia always felt as though time was moving far faster than she realized.
That morning, the atmosphere inside the mansion was incredibly lively.
It was the weekend, which meant the whole family was home, free from work schedules or any urgent obligations.
Sophia went down to the dining hall and found their son already sitting at the table, reading a thick book.
The sight brought a soft smile to her face.
"Reading so early in the morning?"
The boy lifted his head and smiled back.
"I'm almost finished."
Sophia glanced at the cover of the book.
