And then, two years passed.

The world had changed. The peace we had fought so hard for had finally settled over the land, but the scars remained. Life moved forward, slowly but surely. Isabell had grown into a lively, curious child, always asking questions, always wanting to know more about the world around her. She still missed her father, as did I, but we were healing.

Adrian was still with us, his presence as constant and reassuring as ever. He had become a part of our lives in a way that I hadn't expected, but was grateful for. He never pushed, never tried to replace what had been lost, but...