Chapter 59
Letters from Viania
The day began with the kind of golden stillness that only came after rain. The house smelled faintly of lemon oil and sunlight. Tiania had been meaning to clean out the attic for months ever since Henessa started begging for a “playroom up high.” But between her company’s hybrid travel role, Henrick’s growing business empire, and their increasingly full family life, it had simply never happened.
Until now.
“Henessa’s got a point,” Henrick said, folding up his sleeves that morning. “The attic’s just sitting there collecting dust. Might as well make use of it.”
Tiania laughed softly, balancing her coffee cup between her hands. “I’ve been saying that for ages.”
“Yeah, well, today I actually have the energy for it.” He smirked. “Before I change my mind.”
