The island breathed with us now calm, steady, and full of life.
Fourteen years had passed since that life-changing night. The villa had expanded with new rooms, a bigger nursery, and a schoolroom where I taught the children during the mornings. Our family had become a beautiful, chaotic symphony of voices and laughter.
Elias, fourteen now, had grown into a responsible young man who helped his father with small tasks around the island. Seraphina, twelve, was bold and adventurous, always exploring the edges of our world. Aurora, ten, remained the dreamer with a kind heart. Theo, seven, was full of energy and jokes, while Nova, five, was our little princess who loved collecting flowers. And our youngest, baby Orion, just two years old, toddled everywhere with curious eyes.
I was pregnant
