Freddy’s POV

The sound of laughter drifted up the stairs as I finished buttoning my shirt. The voices of my wife, my son, and Mercy carried through the house, mixing with the light giggles of our daughters. It was a sound I never thought I’d be lucky enough to hear in my lifetime.

I took a slow breath, rubbing the back of my neck before stepping out of the bedroom and making my way downstairs.

As I descended, I spotted Mercy on the couch, her daughter curled up in her lap while Bella sat beside her, playing with a stuffed bear. Sandy sat cross-legged on the floor, talking animatedly while...