Lia’s POV

The sun was setting over the countryside horizon, painting warm shades across rolling hills. It was warm and quiet, with the fragrance of sweet-smelling lavender carried in the breeze through to the little garden where Lia was swaying to and fro with little one in her arms. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the instant. For the first time in years, she was peaceful—not the peace that came between fights, not the stolen sort in the darkness of an unsafe world. This was genuine. ...