The moment they stepped into the house, warmth wrapped around them like a welcoming embrace.
The cold evening air faded behind them as the large doors shut softly, sealing in the comforting glow of lantern light and the faint scent of freshly cooked food. The interior of the Ackerman residence was alive with a quiet warmth that only a home could carry. Polished wooden floors reflected the golden light of the chandeliers above, while soft rugs muffled their footsteps as they entered.
Lily was already bouncing with excitement.
"Hurry, hurry!"
Ash fluttered in after them, its wings beating rapidly as it swooped across the hallway before circling Bruce once more, chirping happily.
Then Bruce's eyes shifted toward the living room.
Lucy stood there.
