🚆White marker penShe walked to the stream where Catherine had sat, to the old oak tree where Heathcliff had lingered, to the spot where Elara and Hareton had first said “I love you,” and she sat down, opening the box of letters, reading the words of her
🩱Production is not just a job, but also a wholehearted passion for the workOnce the children were in bed, Clara and Ethan sat on their balcony, watching the city lights. The air was cool, and the sound of purring from the cats below drifted up to them. They held hands, talking
🦂Sun rises over the waterOne evening, as the sun set over the garden, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, Elara and Kai stood in the pavilion, holding Lilias’s journal. They read aloud the final entry, written in Lilias’s shaky handwriting in the last days of her life: