Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Spring had finally painted the countryside in vibrant colors, filling the air with the sweet songs of birds and the fragrance of blossoms. Emma held Peyton's urn tightly to her chest, wishing she could join him in the afterlife and reunite their little family of three. She spent the entire night sitting on a rock, waiting for the first light of dawn. With the urn in her arms, she prepared to continue her journey just as the village bus slowly rolled into view. The driver spotted her immediately and rolled down the window. "Hey, isn't that Emma? What brings you back here?" he called out.

The bus was packed with villagers heading to town for errands, their curiosity piqued.

Emma gave them a tired smile. "Just some personal business to take care of."

"Your mom was bragging recently, saying you bought a house in Beaconsfield, even a villa!" one of the women chimed in, making everyone lean out to catch a glimpse of Emma's seemingly charmed life.

"Yeah, we were lucky," Emma replied, "But there are things I need to handle back here."

"Wow, what kind of business got you rich so fast? Don't forget us if there's a secret!" another voice piped up.

"We'll see," Emma said, waving as the bus moved on, leaving behind a trail of gossip.

"Do you think Emma's story is true?"

"She does seem different."

about her." "Emma's never been

of envy and admiration, as Emma continued her walk, After more than an hour, she

to town, she realized there was nothing left, not even the old well. The place

decided to head

and buried Peyton's urn at the very top.

herbs and

the lush view

and the nannies struggling

yesterday," a nanny

heart sank as he called

the hill, felt like she

vel

could have quietly continued in this secluded valley. Her father had. dreamed