Three weeks after Emma recovered from the fever that had attacked her unexpectedly.
That night felt special in a way that was difficult to explain with mere words. The sky was clear without a single cloud, stars scattered like diamonds above them in countless patterns that seemed to stretch infinitely into the universe. Marcus and Emma decided to climb to the roof of their house, something they rarely did amid the busyness of their daily lives and constant responsibilities.
Lily had gone to sleep earlier than usual, her body tired from a long day spent playing in the city park. The house felt quiet and peaceful, only the sound of the night wind could be heard whispering a melody of its own through the closed windows and doors.
