Five years passed by within the blink of an eye,
Morning sunlight spilled into the small but cozy apartment, golden beams stretching across the cream-colored curtains. The faint sound of birdsong seeped through the window, mingling with the soft laughter of a child.
Emery stirred awake at the sound, her body heavy from the previous day’s work but her lips curving into a small smile as she turned her head toward the source.
“Adrian…” she whispered, voice groggy with sleep.
Her four-year-old son was already awake, sitting in the middle of the bed in his tiny pajamas, curls sticking out in every direction. His little hands clutched a toy car as he pushed It across the blanket, making exaggerated “vroom” sounds. When he noticed his mother’s eyes on him, his face broke into the widest grin
