Alexander returned home earlier than usual—exhausted, anxious, and carrying a small gift he planned to give Noah after a difficult board meeting. As he stepped into the hallway toward the living room, he heard a soft voice… a child’s voice.

His pulse quickened.
Noah hadn’t spoken a full word since his mother died four years before.

He walked closer, and what he saw through the doorway stopped his breath. His eyes filled instantly, his knees weakening as he clutched the doorframe to steady himself.

Noah was speaking… directly to Emily.