Chapter Sixty one
Epilogue: The Garden of Oakhaven
Five Years Later
The May sun over New York was warm and brilliant, casting a long, golden light across the vast lawns of the estate. The heavy winter snows had melted long ago, replaced by rows of pink and white roses that bloomed along the stone paths leading down to the Hudson River. The air was sweet with the scent of fresh-cut grass, lilac, and the distant, clean smell of the water.
Today, the grand fortress was alive with the sound of laughter, music, and the bright, chaotic energy of a family that had outrun its dark days.
I stood on the wide marble terrace, a soft white linen dress moving gently around my ankles in the spring breeze. In my hand, I held a glass of sweet lemonade, but my eyes were fixed entirely on the lawn belo
