Rose PoV
As we approached the door, the familiar sight of my husband's childhood home filled me with a sense of warmth and nostalgia. I could almost smell the comforting aroma of my mother-in-law's cooking wafting through the air, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. We were almost home.
Saffron pushed the door open with his foot, and the warmth from inside enveloped us like a cozy blanket. The flickering glow of the fire danced in the living room, illuminating the faces of the people who meant the most to us.
"Ma!" Saffron called, his voice a mix of exhaustion and joy.
My heart lightened at the sight of Saffron's mother rushing toward us, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. "There you are! I was starting to worry!" she exclaimed, her arms open wide as if to embrace us both.
"Just a little cold," Saffron replied, though I could see the way his shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of the day's events lingering in his posture.
