Chapter 259: At the old cabin

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, three years slipped away, carried by the gentle yet relentless march of seasons. Spring's delicate blossoms unfurled, quickly replaced by the warm embrace of summer, where the sun cast long, golden rays over fields and shimmering lakes. Autumn arrived in a blaze of color, with leaves swirling in the crisp air, whispering tales of change. Winter followed, draping the world in a silent, snowy blanket under a sky heavy with somber clouds. The seasons cycled seamlessly, one into the next, until, almost unnoticed, three years had passed, leaving behind a fabric of moments woven into the ever-changing sky.

"Daddy, we want car­to­ons." Noah Galverra le­aned over his fat­her's sho­ul­der di­rectly in­to his fa­ce to ma­ke his an­no­un­ce­ment.

"Ye­ah." Nolan nod­ded in agreement, his gray eyes shimmering with mischief. "We're bo­red in this silly old place with no phones!"