Chapter 88: The Reawakening of the Past

The gravel crunched beneath the tires as we pulled into the long driveway of the Blackwood estate. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the towering trees sway gently in the wind. This place, once filled with so much tension and bitterness, now felt almost serene.

Damien reached over, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's different now, isn't it?"

I turned to him, catching the soft smile that tugged at his lips. "It is. It's... calmer. Like it's finally breathing again."

When we first moved back here, the estate had been suffocating, its grandeur overshadowed by the weight of its history. But as time passed, we'd transformed it into something that felt ours. The heavy drapes were replaced with lighter fabrics, the once-dark walls painted in warm tones. We'd opened the windows, letting sunlight flood the halls that had once seemed so forbidding.