The rest of Liam's stay in the Silverhart household passed in a blur—quiet morning filled with gentle chatter, peaceful evenings spent in a warmth he had almost forgotten existed, and moments of simple domestic calm that felt oddly grounding. Before he knew it, the day arrived for him to return to Veridn.
He stood at the entrance of the Silverhart estate, the familiar stone archway rising behind him and the family gathered just a few steps back. The carriage that would take him to the train station waited patiently at the foot of the path, its lacquered wood catching the early afternoon light. The breeze tugged at Liam's coat, carrying with it the faint scent of the Silverhart gardens—fresh, clean, and comforting.
