CHAPTER 62 A Moment to Hold On To

  The sun hung high in the sky, casting warm beams through the large glass panes of the mansion's sunroom. The sound of gentle waves breaking on the shore filtered through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of salt. Edmund stood by the large window of their room, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice, deep and resonant, carried a rare note of joy and an unmistakable energy as he spoke.

  Angela lingered by the doorway, drawn by the unusual lightness in his tone, her eyes catching the light in his smile. It wasn't often that she saw him like this, his guard down, his face unburdened by shadows. Edmund rarely sounded this happy, and the sound of his soft, genuine laugh made her heart skip a beat. She stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt, and instead watched him. His usually guarded features were relaxed, his posture loose, as though the weight he carried had momentarily lifted.