The next morning dawned quiet and bright. A soft breeze rustled the curtains of the Denovan estate as sunlight poured gently through the windows. Inside, the house felt peaceful—but within the hearts of the couple who lived there, an important conversation was about to unfold.

Maya arrived just after breakfast. She had barely slept the night before. Her heart was heavy with nerves and hope, afraid of what might come next but knowing it was a step she couldn’t avoid. When Mrs. Denovan opened the door, Maya gave her a small, uncertain smile.

“Good morning,” Maya said softly.

“Good morning, Maya. Come in,” Mrs. Denovan replied, her voice warm but...