What Matters Most

Don's POV.

I arrived home that evening, exhausted but grateful to be back. The mansion stood tall, its warm lights spilling out of the windows. It felt like a beacon after the day I’d had, a reminder of what mattered most.

When I stepped inside, laughter greeted me. The sound was loud, carefree, and full of life. It pulled a tired smile from my lips. Mia and Leo were running around the living room