Chapter 165

As the room filled with murmurs of agreement, i felt a sense of peace settle over me. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but for the first time in a long time, it felt like web were all walking it together.

 

The evening sun bathed the Hartley Estate in a soft golden hue as the small gathering began to take shape. Rows of white fairy lights adorned the garden, casting a warm glow over the tables adorned with pastel roses and baby's breath.

The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted through the air, mingling with the soft hum of distant laughter.

 

I sat on a cushioned outdoor chair, discharged from the hospital and cradling my daughter, Eleanor Rose Hartley , who was wrapped in a delicate pink blanket. Her tiny fingers occasionally twitched and her soft coos melted my heart. I gazed down at Eleanor , marveling at how one so small could carry such profound meaning in our lives.