Four years later.

Ruby Rue

The night was enchanting and cool, with the full moon casting a glow that illuminated the lush garden around us. I nestled comfortably in Zylon's lap, my arms wrapped around him as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath the ancient oak tree behind the sprawling Hawthorne mansion. 

The air was filled with laughter as we watched our son, Damon, joyfully play a game of tug of war with Archie and Tatum Jr., the son of my brother and Beth. 

Damon was simply the perfect boy, full of boundless energy and an infectious smile that could light up even...