Chapter 13
Two weeks later, the winter snow began to melt, revealing the lush green lawns surrounding the grand Vance estate.
Leo was back on his feet, running across the manicured grass while chasing a golden retriever puppy that Arthur had gifted him.
Arthur stood on the front porch, watching his grandson laugh with a bright, carefree joy that warmed the old man's heart.
The framed US flag on the foyer wall caught the bright afternoon sun as the heavy front doors stood wide open to the fresh spring air.
Head Housekeeper Martha walked out onto the porch carrying a tray with fresh lemonade and shortbread cookies.
"He looks happier than I've ever seen him, Mr. Vance," Martha noted warmly, handing Arthur a glass.
"Children heal quickly when they know they are truly loved, Martha," Arthur replied, taking a slow sip.
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"What about Daniel?" Martha asked hesitantly. "Has he tried to reach out again?"
"He called twice from a public payphone in downtown Houston," Arthur answered coldly. "I hung up both times."
