Maya's POV
Weeks had transformed the sprawling mansion from an intimidating fortress into something that finally resembled home. The echoing corridors now buzzed with life as my family settled into routines that seemed impossible just months ago.
My father had found an unexpected kindred spirit in Arthur. The two men spent countless hours wandering through the vineyards, their animated discussions about soil composition and fermentation techniques creating a bond that transcended generations. Watching them examine grape clusters with the intensity of scientists made my chest tighten with emotion. Arthur's eyes held a brightness I hadn't seen since before his diagnosis.
