Chapter 7 - A HOME BUILT FROM ASHES
One year later.
The summer sun shone brilliantly over the Atlantic Ocean, casting golden light across the manicured lawns of the Rossi estate.
The cold, fortress-like mansion that had once felt like a marble tomb was now filled with warmth, music, and the joyful sound of a child’s laughter.
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Fourteen-month-old Leo was running across the lush green grass, his small legs moving as fast as they could as he chased a golden retriever puppy. He was robust, healthy, and full of boundless energy, his dark curls bouncing in the ocean breeze.
“Slow down, little man!” I laughed, walking
