Chapter 15: Tomorrow’s Sunrise
The nursery was painted in soft, calming shades of pale yellow and cream, smelling faintly of fresh pine furniture and baby lavender. Sunlight streamed through the white lace curtains, dancing across the hardwood floor where Julian was assembling a small wooden crib with steady, practiced hands. Every screw tightened smoothly, every joint locked securely into place without a hint of hesitation or doubt.
Clara stood by the rocking chair near the window, her hands resting comfortably on her fully rounded belly. She was glowing with health and vibrant life, her dark hair catching the golden afternoon light as she watched Julian work with a quiet, joyful pride in her eyes.
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Just eight months had passed since the terrifying night in the St. Jude Memorial Chapel prep bay—eigh
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