Naomi's viewpoint

The house was silent, except for the soft tick of the clock and the gentle hum of Miranda's steady breaths while sleeping. The world has finally, finally, came to a standstill for us.

I sat by the window, I was only wearing a robe, arms folded across my chest, watching moonlight stream across the garden.

I heard his footsteps, slow and steady, behind me.

Raymond

My anchor, my storm.

We had not had a moment by ourselves like this in what seemed like forever.

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