Chapter 309

That afternoon, the house was filled with the sound of Luke’s laughter—soft, bright, and utterly contagious. The little boy sat cross-legged on the living room rug, carefully stacking colorful blocks into a tower that wobbled dangerously high. Beside him, Camilla watched with amused focus, occasionally steadying a leaning piece.

“Careful, sweetheart. It might topple over,” she warned gently.

Luke