As Daniel and Lily stepped inside, George felt an unfamiliar warmth. It was a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in his heart since the phone call, and he welcomed it. He watched as Lily gazed around the room, her eyes wide and curious, and for a moment, he was reminded of his own daughter at that age, full of wonder and unburdened by the complexities of adulthood.
“Lovely home you have here, Mr. Müller,” Daniel commented as he surveyed the living room, his professional eye taking in the details that would soon need to be captured by a camera lens. “I can see why it would be hard to leave.”
George nodded, his gaze lingering on the worn armchair where Marianne used to read. “It’s been my world for a long time,” he said, voice steady despite the emotions swirling within him.
