Arlene's POV
Warner's earlier revelation weighs heavily on my mind. While the twins recovered from the shock quickly, the reality of their situation keeps me restless and alert.
The hours dragged by at a sluggish pace. I managed to complete whatever work I could while Warner entertained the children. When Lorelei and Isabel took them for another horseback riding adventure, followed by bath time and bedtime routines, I finally found a quiet moment to focus on Nicholson's fairy princess gown. I carried the trunk that Isabel had nearly discovered earlier out to the balcony for my workspace.
These crisp evening hours away from urban chaos feel like a gift I'd forgotten existed.
The ocean breeze carries a hint of salt that feels almost like an embrace, bringing me closer to the concept of home than I've felt in ages. I verify that my portable sewing machine has adequate battery power and begin crafting the delicate wings.
