Chapter 1613:

“Is the world coming back into focus, sweetie? Can those beautiful eyes open for me now?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

Joy nodded, her small fingers touching her lips. “But my mouth feels all fuzzy and strange.”

“Oh?” Eric bit back a smile, recognizing the universal complaint of children everywhere. “Perhaps some cake might help? That blueberry one you adore?”

“Yes, please!” Her eyes brightened instantly, sleep forgotten.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he declared with playful formality.

from the sitting room toward

like spring water, her

attentive husband and cherubic daughter framed against the rain-streaked window—a living portrait

moment, perfection settled around her like a comfortable

life could sustain this harmony, this delicate balance of joy and tranquility, perhaps all her earlier struggles had been worthwhile. No mortal’s journey unfolds precisely according to

whether welcomed with laughter or tears. Allowing herself to wallow in past disappointments would only

art of necessary self-deception. Either way, this resolute perspective had sustained her through the bleakest years in Blathe, when surrender seemed the easiest path. Without it, she might

en route to the main house


Hadley supervised Joy’s exploration of rain-washed flowers in the garden. Meanwhile, beneath the stoic portraits of the Scott ancestors,

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his son’s face before releasing a

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