Years had passed, yet the warmth in the Bellandi household seemed eternal. Sunlight poured through the large windows of their kitchen, spilling onto the polished counters where Eve was carefully chopping fruits for a colorful salad. Pineapple, strawberries, kiwi, and blueberries lay neatly in bowls, waiting to be mixed. The scent of fresh fruit mingled with the faint aroma of vanilla from a small cake resting on the side. Eve hummed softly, a contented smile curving her lips, feeling the simple ...