Chapter 27 - A PLACE TO CALL HOME
Damon and Clara decided to move out of the city entirely, purchasing a charming, fixer-upper farmhouse upstate.
It had a wide wraparound porch, a sprawling lawn surrounded by pine trees, and an old barn waiting to be restored.
They spent their weekends painting walls, fixing squeaky floorboards, and planting a vegetable garden in the rich soil.
Clara’s father came over every Saturday to help with the carpentry, sharing laughs and stories over cold lemonade.
Lily visited often during school breaks, running through the tall grass with uncontainable childish energy.
The farmhouse slowly transformed into a warm, inviting sanctuary filled with laughter, music, and the smell of fresh baking.
It wasn't a luxury estate designed to impress high-society elites, but it was infinitely richer in every single way.
One evening, while sitting on the front porch swing as the sun dipped below the tree line, Damon took a deep breath.
May you like
He looked at Clara, who was reading a book with her legs tucked comfortably under a knitted blanket on the bench.
"Do you smell that?" Damon asked quietly, a gentle smile spreading across his face.
