The island had transformed into a living garden of memories and new beginnings.
Fifteen years had gently passed since that defining night on the cove. The once-empty villa now echoed with the constant sounds of a large, vibrant family. Elias, fifteen, had become a thoughtful young man who helped his father maintain the island’s security systems. Seraphina, thirteen, was strong-willed and independent, often leading her siblings on small adventures. Aurora, eleven, remained the quiet dreamer who loved reading stories to the younger ones. Theo, eight, brought endless energy and laughter. Nova, six, was sweet and affectionate, always drawing pictures for me. Orion, four, was curious about everything, and our newest addition, little Luna, was two years old and full of giggles.
I was pregnant
