Alyssa's breath hitched as a familiar voice echoed through the tense silence. Squeezing Jasper's hand until his knuckles turned white, her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"I-It's Winston!"

"Winston?" Jasper echoed, his surprise evident.

Then, a procession of men clad in black suits strode into the mourning hall with authority. Winston, a commanding presence that turned heads, stood proudly at the forefront.

But Winston wasn't alone. Accompanying him were Mandy, Lyla, Colene, Jonah, and Silas, representing the Taylor family.

Rarely did the Taylors assemble in such unity, indicating the significance of Cornelius' funeral to them.

as she launched herself toward Winston, engulfing him

at the corner of his lips. He remained rooted in his spot, refraining from seeking

rock!" Winston remarked, his heart warmed by Alyssa's affection yet feigning annoyance. "You hugged me as if I had one foot in the grave. People might get the

arm. "Why didn't you let me know you were coming?

thought it would be sufficient if Jonah, Silas, and the three of us came to

evident," Alyssa reassured, noticing the renewed

brimming with tears. As Landon spoke, his voice was achingly

over the Harper

lips tightly and nodded

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