Chapter 27 - THANKSGIVING AT THE COTTAGE
On Thanksgiving Day, snow fell peacefully over the stone cottage in Greenwich, Connecticut, where their journey began.
Inside, a hot fire roared in the fireplace as the aroma of roasted turkey and fresh pumpkin pie filled the rooms.
Leo, Richard Sterling, and close family friends gathered around the long oak dining table set with fine china.
Richard held his grandson Alexander on his lap, smiling warmly as he fed the toddler a piece of sweet apple.
"To family, truth, and the courage to choose love over fear," Richard toasted, raising his glass to the table.
"To family," everyone cheered, clinking their glasses together as warm laughter echoed through the cottage.
Maya sat beside Adrian, holding his hand under the table as she looked around at the people she cherished most.
Through the window, the snow blanketed the quiet woods in a serene, peaceful layer of pure white.
Every shadow of the past had been permanently erased, replaced by enduring harmony and deep contentment.
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Their home was a true fortress of love and happiness.
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