In the wake of the chaotic kitchen fire, the decision was clear – we needed to temporarily move to another house in the same area while the restoration efforts took place. Both Ace and Alex were adamant that I couldn’t stay amidst the aftermath of the fire’s destruction, a decision that I reluctantly accepted. The prospect of leaving the home where so many memories were woven was bittersweet, but I understood the importance of safety and a fresh start.

“Did you have everything ready?” Ace inquired as he glanced around, his concern evident in his eyes. I nodded, my gaze sweeping across the carefully packed boxes that lined the living...