Chapter 197

Graham's POV

Leaving the tomb-like quiet of my study for the warmth of the hallway felt like crossing into a completely different climate.

As I descended the stairs, the sound of Isla’s laughter grew louder.

It was a sharp contrast to the clinical silence I’d lived in for years.

Drawing closer to the kitchen, I could hear her and Helen exchanging quick, light-hearted banter over the clatter of pan