The following morning, as Shawn headed to Fairview villa, the sky was adorned with scattered clouds, showcasing hues of soft pink and lavender as the sun gradually rose, casting a gentle glow over Baltimore.
Leaves, dressed in shades of gold, crimson, and rust, blanketed the streets and sidewalks, creating a picturesque autumn scene.
Shawn arrived in his silver colored Rolls-Royce Phantom, its polished exterior reflecting the morning light.
He stepped out of his car, clad in a tailored coat, exuding a quiet sophistication against the backdrop of the vibrant fall colors.
The children, Eleanor and Elvis, bundled up in cozy sweaters and scarves who were eagerly awaiting their father's arrival rushed outside when they heard the sound of their father's car.
"Good morning daddy."
"Good morning daddy."
"Good morning children." Shawn greeted them with a warm smile, as he met them at the front porch. He held both their hands and they headed to the car.
