A month had passed since the turmoil, and with John locked away, peace had returned to the Sullivan family. Life had finally regained its sense of normalcy, and to celebrate this new chapter, they had whisked themselves away to France for a much-needed vacation.
Every day felt like a gift, filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of each other's presence.
It was a bright sunny morning. Esme stirred awake, stretching her arms above her head with a contented smile. She turned her head to see Silas still fast asleep beside her, his features relaxed, his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.
It was a sight she cherished—a calm, peaceful moment where everything felt perfect. She couldn't help but feel grateful for mornings like these.
"Good morning," she said quietly, gently running her finger down the length of his nose. She hoped to stir him awake, but Silas remained lost in his sleep. Esme chuckled quietly, amused by how deeply he slept.
