Chapter 83 A Bittersweet Reunion

• The soft, pale light of a winter dawn crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across Edwin's room. He woke with a start, his heart heavy and his mind clouded with a fog of melancholy. The air felt thick with unspoken emotions as he gazed out the window, watching the bare branches of the trees sway gently in the cold December wind.
• It was the 20th of December, just a few days before Christmas, but festivity was the furthest thing from Edwin's mind. Today marked seven years since his mother's passing, a wound that still felt raw and tender. As he lay there, the silence of the room seemed to amplify the ache in his chest.
• With a deep sigh that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, he pulled the quilt over his head, seeking refuge in its warmth. The soft cotton against his skin offered a small comfort, a barrier against the harsh reality of the day ahead.