Weeks had passed since Callie’s first birthday, and the echoes of laughter, chatter, and little footsteps still seemed to linger in the mansion’s halls. The celebration had left a warmth that didn’t fade easily, and the children had slept soundly that night, while the visitors had left with full hearts.
Now, the sun was high in the sky, spilling its morning light across the manicured gardens. Abigail’s family had to finally say their goodbyes after spending a few weeks at the mansion. Trina, Troy, Patrick, Coleen, and Cristin had been inseparable from Khalil and Callie, filling every room with squeals, giggles, and playful chaos.
Kai stood near the grand staircase, hands clasped behind his back, watching the scene with sincere pity. Abigail, in her soft pastel dress, knelt beside Callie,
