Chapter 9 - Five Minutes More
One year later, November rain once again blurred the bare trees outside the tall windows of Rowan House into soft gray streaks.
Inside the private library, however, there was no gray—only the warm, golden glow of the fireplace, the scent of fresh pine, and the unmistakable sound of genuine family laughter.
The grandfather clock ticked steadily in the corner.
On the Persian rug, seven-year-old Sophie—now eight, taller, and wearing matching socks—sat cross-legged building a Lego tower, while Vincent sat beside her on the floor, patiently handing her blocks with the serious dedication of a master architect.
Near the bookshelf, Mara stood holding a steaming mug of coffee, watching them with a radiant, peaceful smile.
The transformation of Rowan House was complete. It was no longer a cold, forbidding fortress of isolation and dangerous business; it was a home. Filled with light, safety, and unconditional love.
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On the kitchen wall downstairs, a small digital timer sat ticking quietly. But nobody was watching it.
Because Vincent Rowan had finally learned the most important lesson of his life: when you find the people who make you whole, five minutes is never enough. You give them your entire heart, for all the time you have left.
