Time flowed swiftly after the birth of little Liam, as though the seasons themselves were eager to watch the boy grow. Marcus and Serah found themselves wrapped in a warmth they had never known before—a quiet, unshakable joy that came from watching their son breathe, laugh, and cry. Their days were painted in soft colors of peace: morning sunlight spilling through the window onto the wooden floor, the scent of fresh bread, and the sound of Liam's laughter echoing through the small house in Beaufield. Life had never been kinder to them.
