The farmhouse was quiet the morning after the gathering, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere that had filled it just hours before. The warmth of the previous night still lingered in the air, like the faint echo of laughter that had reverberated through the walls. Michael and Melissa had left on the night of the gathering.
The early morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft golden light over the rooms, and outside, the world was waking up slowly, the leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
