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When Amelia suggested we move into her inherited home after we got married, it seemed perfect. The house was gorgeous, with its high ceilings and detailed woodwork that spoke of quiet grandeur.
Sophie’s eyes went wide when she first saw her new bedroom, and I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement.

A girl twirling in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney
“We’ll have to ask Amelia, sweetheart. It’s her house.”
“Our house now,” Amelia had corrected gently, squeezing my hand. “And purple sounds wonderful, Sophie. We can pick out the shade together.”
Then I had to go away on business for a week – my first extended trip since the wedding. I was nervous about leaving my little family when everything still felt so new.
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