Three Months Later
The Bellamy estate was filled with laughter again.
Lily’s giggles bounced down the marble halls as she chased Max through the living room in her socks. Her bedroom was filled with books, soft blankets, and a painting of a little girl dancing under snowflakes—Howard’s first commissioned piece in over a decade.
Howard’s heart, once cold and quiet, now beat with joy.
He read her bedtime stories. Helped with homework. Let her braid his thinning hair with pink ribbons on Sundays.
And she called him something he never expected to hear again: “Grandpa.”
