As George ushered Daniel and Lily inside, the air seemed to shift with a newfound purpose. The walls of his home, once echoing with memories, now hummed with the possibility of change. Lily’s presence injected a touch of innocence into the room, softening the sharp edges of his recent realization.
“Nice place you have here,” Daniel commented, glancing around appreciatively. “These older homes have so much character.”
“They do,” George agreed, his voice carrying a mixture of nostalgia and determination. He watched Lily as she wandered toward the fridge, her eyes widening at the colorful drawings. “My granddaughter’s artwork,” he explained, a touch of pride creeping into his voice.
