Chapter 433
Author: Youngblood
last update2026-03-17 22:07:31

The evening had settled into that comfortable warmth that only comes from good food, good company, and the quiet satisfaction of seeing your child happy.

William and Eleanor Wayne sat in their cozy living room, the last traces of Marcus and Janelle's visit still lingering in the air, the extra mugs on the coffee table, the lingering scent of Eleanor's famous apple pie, the echo of laughter that seemed to bounce off the walls.

William leaned back in his favorite armchair, a contented smile on hi
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