The late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the living room, casting long, golden streaks across the hardwood floor. Ava sat quietly in her favorite armchair by the window, a soft throw blanket draped over her knees, though the warmth of the sunlight made it almost unnecessary. Outside, the garden was alive with the gentle buzz of bees and the flutter of new spring leaves. The sweet scent of blooming jasmine drifted through the open window, mingling with the faint aroma of brewing tea from the kitchen.

Her eyes, still sharp but softened with time and experience, were fixed not on the garden, but on the two figures...