She reached out and picked up one of the photographs. It was from their vacation on the island. In it, she was asleep in his arms, and he was holding her gently. The ocean sunset bathed them in light, creating a beautifully dreamlike scene.
Her gaze swept over the photographs hanging all around. Most of them were candid shots of their daily lives, each one captured with such warmth. The smile on Seraphina Ashworth's lips deepened.
Her heart stirred; she had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of a flute drifted from the distance, echoing through every corner of the estate and catching Seraphina Ashworth's attention.
'Flute music?' Seraphina Ashworth stopped in her tracks, astonishment flashing in her eyes.
'My melody? That's the piece I composed in my past life to pass the time in the Valley of Shades. How could it be playing here?'
