Liam's POV
I was somewhere else. Somewhere beautiful.
The garden stretched before me, a vibrant tapestry of emerald grass and wildflowers dancing in a gentle breeze. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of ancient oak trees, casting dappled patterns that shifted and swayed across the ground. The air was sweet with the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, and somewhere nearby, I could hear the melodic trickle of water from a fountain.
But none of that compared to the sound that made my heart swell with an emotion so pure it almost hurt—laughter. Children's laughter.
I sat on a weathered wooden bench, watching them play. Two small figures, chasing butterflies and each other across the lawn, their movements carefree and bursting with joy. My children. My twins.
"Daddy! Daddy, watch this!" called the little boy, his voice high and clear as he attempted a wobbly cartwheel that collapsed into a giggling heap.
