Toys lined the foyer. Music drifted through open doors.
In the living room, the expensive furniture had been pushed aside.
Liam and Theo clapped wildly from the rug.
In the center of the room, Vanessa danced—no yellow gloves this time, just a soft lavender dress flowing around her.
When she finished, Adrian stepped forward and kissed her gently.
“May I have this dance, Mrs. Bennett?” he asked with a smile.
She laughed. “Only if you don’t step on my toes.”
And in a house once ruled by silence and pride, they danced—turning grief into rhythm, and a stormy night into the beginning of something stronger than loss.
