Chapter 13
The golden hour cast long, warm shadows across the veranda as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant shades of amber and violet. Skyler had finally tired herself out from running with the dog and was currently curled up on the porch swing with a sketchpad, completely engrossed in drawing a portrait of the sprawling oak tree at the edge of the lawn. Charlotte walked over quietly, placing a soft woolen blanket over her daughter’s shoulders to shield her from the evening chill.
Skyler looked up, offering a sleepy, contented smile. "Mom, do you think we’ll ever live in a big, scary house like the old one again?"
Charlotte sat on the edge of the swing, wrapping her arm around Skyler’s shoulders and pulling her close. "Never, bug. Houses are just wood, glass, and paint. What matters isn't how big the dining room is or what chandelier hangs from the ceiling. What matters is who sits at the table and how they treat each other."
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"We have the best table now," Skyler declared solemnly, resting her head against Charlotte’s shoulder. "And we ca
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