Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Forty

The morning sun bathed the garden in a warm golden glow, casting long shadows across the lush greenery.

Abigail emerged from the house, her heart light and her spirit lifted by the newfound sense of peace that had settled over her.

She had slept soundly for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight of her past finally lifted from her shoulders.

As she descended the stairs, Abigail spotted Jackson sitting on the porch, lost in thought as he rocked back and forth in the old wooden rocking chair.

His profile was etched against the backdrop of the rising sun, his features softened by the morning light.

"Hey," Abigail called out, her voice breaking the silence of the early morning. Jackson turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"Hey," he replied, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "How was your first night here?"

Abigail returned his smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between them. "It was good," she s