Daisy’s POV
I stood by the car waiting for the quadruplets, a bittersweet feeling lingering in my heart. The villagers were smiling and moving about with a newfound lightness, their laughter echoing. At last, peace had returned.
Beside me, Aunt Noella held my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. Her eyes were clouded with sadness. “I can’t go, Daisy,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
I squeezed her hand because I understood why she couldn't leave. “I know.”
She looked at me in surprise. “You know? How?”
“I see it in your eyes,” I replied softly. “You’re home. This is where you belong.”
Noella sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I never thought I’d say this, but… I’m attached to this place. To these people. They need me, and… I need them, too.”
I gave her a genuine smile, h
