Raelynn's POV

As I near my apartment door, a grin spreads across my face. The hallway carries the savory aroma of freshly baked pizza, mingling with the cheerful laughter of Roldan and the kids. I pause just outside, hesitating. For a moment, I lean against the door silently and close my eyes, conjuring an image of the scene inside.

It’s easy to picture: Roldan, Vespera, and Jorah in the kitchen, their faces lit with happiness, flour dusted over their clothes, ...