Naomi's POV

The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn — steady and soft like it was trying to wash the whole world clean. I always loved rain in this house. When I first moved in, it made the walls feel too big, too quiet. But now, it made everything feel like a heartbeat under a warm blanket.

Raymond had retreated to his study right after breakfast — he’d promised “one quick call,” which usually meant half the day buried under spreadsheets and contracts. Miranda was busy in the ...