–Livana–
I can move freely when he's not around—or when he's asleep.
This mansion may be gorgeous, but I still can't wait to go home. To my home.
I use my walking stick and follow the patterned path Damon made just for me. Every step is precise, rehearsed, familiar. I paused when I reached the indoor garden nestled at the center of the mansion. With my fingertips, I traced the smooth glass wall that encased it, walking slowly along its curve.
The structure was vast, and what lay within—breathtaking.
Rare flora bloomed in silent elegance, untouched and deliberate. A crystal-clear pool shimmered beneath the soft light, where white and gold-orange koi glided alongside sleek silver arowanas—graceful, ornamental, and unknowingly captive.
"Liva," Laura's voice called softly from my left. I turned toward her. She was in her pajamas, yawning, lazily rubbing her belly.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
