Chapter 92

ISABELLA'S POV

I was sitting comfortably in my parents’ living room, sporting a light, oversized sweater and a pair of soft leggings—an outfit perfect for a lazy Sunday.

It wasn’t actually long ago that I woke up from a refreshing nap, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me like a warm blanket.

The soothing warmth of family time enveloped me, filling the room with a sense of peace that I know I will never get enough of.

My father sat nearby, wearing his typical stern but loving expression.

Beside him, my mother rested her hand gently on his arm, one of their little gestures of affection as old as our home itself, even older.

Across from me, my brothers, Owen and Nathan, occupied the couch, occasionally exchanging knowing glances that hinted at their usual banter.

Their muted but playful interactions brought a soft smile to my face; it felt rare for us all to be together like this, the air vibrating with a quiet sense of unity.

After several comfortable seconds of silence, Dad cl