The smart move by the Williams family

Renee sat in the dimly lit kitchen, the scent of chamomile tea lingering in the air. Her mother, Roxanne, leaned against the counter, her eyes weary from years of secrets and whispered regrets.

“Norah’s pregnancy,” Renee began, her voice a fragile thread, “it’s progressing. She’s glowing, Mom. Like a moonlit rose.”

Roxanne’s fingers traced the edge of her teacup. “Glowing, you say? Well, that’s poetic. But what about Luca?”

Renee’s heart clenched. Luca—the man who’d slipped through their fingers like sand. The one they’d loved and lost, their shared history now a fragile bridge over a chasm of regret.

“He’s distant,” Renee admitted. “Avoids us like we’re contagious. And Norah…she’s torn between hope and despair.”

Roxanne straightened, her gaze piercing. “Our chances of winning him back are dwindling, Renee. We’ve played our cards, and the deck is stacked against us.”

Renee’s fingers trembled. “But we can’t give up. Not after everything.”

Her mother’s eyes softened. “I know, darling. B