But before the camera clicked, her husband shifted beside her. His posture changed suddenly — a subtle stiffening, a sharp intake of breath. He leaned forward slightly, squinting at someone walking past behind the children. It was such a small reaction that Portia barely noticed, but he muttered something under his breath, just loud enough to make her glance his way.
The photographer snapped shot after shot — Belle gazing upward at a drifting petal, Preston blinking in confusion, the cherry blossoms glowing in the background. And, behind them in the distance, a tall man in casual clothing strolled into the frame. He was relaxed, hands tucked into his pockets, head tilted just enough to catch the beauty around him.
The family didn’t realize then that the ordinary moment they were trying to capture was transforming into something extraordinary. Continue reading…
