Chapter 19 - THE SUNDAY RITUAL
At precisely five o'clock that evening, the familiar, comforting sound of an engine turning into the residential driveway broke the quiet serenity of the suburban street. Lily stepped out of her car, holding a crisp white box filled with fine, delicate pastries from her absolute favorite bakery in Boston’s North End.
She walked up the front steps, her dark eyes bright and filled with purpose and affection. As she turned the brass knob and opened the front door, the rich, inviting scent of home-cooked dinner drifted outward from the kitchen, wrapping around her like a physical embrace.
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"You're right on schedule, Doctor," Daniel said with a warm, gentle smile as he met her halfway in the sunlit hallway.
"I would never miss Sunday dinner for the entire world, Dad," Lily replied happily, stepping forward and pulling him into a tight, comforting, and unconditional hug.
