Chapter 21 - Sunday Morning Serenity
Sunday sun broke through the winter clouds, reflecting blindingly off the thick layer of snow covering the Chicago suburbs. Julian woke up early, quietly slipping out of bed to brew fresh coffee.
Standing by the kitchen window, he watched the pristine white landscape outside. The past few months had tested them, healed them, and ultimately brought them back to where they belonged.
Footsteps padded softly down the hallway, and a pair of small arms wrapped around his leg. He looked down to see Lily looking up at him with a sleepy smile.
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"Good morning, Daddy," she whispered.
Julian picked her up, kissing her cheek as he poured a fresh cup of coffee. He looked toward the stairs as Evelyn appeared, smiling warmly in her soft winter sweater. The empire he had built was vast, but looking at his family gathered in the sunlit kitchen, Julian knew he was the wealthiest man alive.
