Naomi's POV

The sun rose differently now.

It wasn't the same pale, uncertain light that crept over battlefields and broken dreams. It was now richer-warmer-pouring into our home like it had been waiting for us to be ready and I'm glad we are happy.

I stood at the kitchen window, my hands wrapped around a coffee mug, watching Miranda chase butterflies in the garden. Her laughter lifted into the morning air like a song. Now my daughter is now a child once more.

Raymond sat on the porch ...