After hours spent in the cozy embrace of the Walton library, Delphinia finally stepped out into the bright, spacious hallway. She ran her fingers along the smooth edge of a wooden table by the library doors, still feeling the faint pressure of the book she'd been holding. The story stuck with her—a girl chasing happiness against all odds. It was both a comforting escape and a harsh reminder of her own battles.
The quietness of the house seemed almost therapeutic now, and she walked aimlessly down the hall, her footsteps soft against the glossy floor. She paused as she heard the door open, followed by the quiet shuffle of small feet moving across the floor.
"Ashton?" her voice curious as she leaned to catch a glimpse.
A familiar mop of dark hair appeared as Ashton, with his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, stepped inside.
"Welcome home," Delphinia said warmly, her smile soft and genuine.
