| 118 | Dreamers

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I sit beside my beautiful, smiling wife. We're alone in the kitchen, about to be done with our brunch. Like the rest of the house, this room is mostly white and not cluttered.

Thanks to her. She runs this place day and night. I let her because she's the boss around here. I know better than to pretend it's the other way around.

It's a modest house, but cozy. Who needs a mansion, anyway? Our home is nestled in a quiet town far away from the chaos of Florence.

Here, everything looks different. Bigger. Better. Brighter. Everything around us is peaceful—the kind of peace that's eluded us for years.

“Isn't she the cutest, happiest toddler?” Sephie doesn't try to hide her proud smile while she sits across from me. She's watching our little princess.

Like most mornings, Steffi is dancing in front of the TV.

“Hungriest, too,” I quip after catching another glimpse of the slices of pancake stuffed in Steffi's tiny hands.

“They still call it the terrible two's. Right? It