It has been three days since Maxi Knight’s funeral.
The past three days had been nothing less than a storm wrapped in chaos.
Ever since the dia revealed Evelyn as Axel Knight’s wife, the quiet rhythm of her life had exploded into noise, attention, and endless buzzing from every device she owned.
Her phone barely stopped ringing.
Alicia, Stella, relatives, and friends who still know her reached out to her by phone, social dia, and email, as if she had just won the presidential election.
She tried to respond politely to everyone, though half of the ti she ended up laughing in disbelief.
Plus, her work schedule doubled, and she still had deadlines.
Luckily, she managed everything from ho, since going outside felt like volunteering in a lion’s den.
A quick glance at the headlines was enough to remind her of the chaos waiting outside her front door.
Every journalist in the country wanted an interview.
Social dia detectives were investigating her as if she were a missing princess from a fantasy novel.
People online debated whether she truly lived in Grayenfall until several reporters flew there to interview locals who claid to have seen her.
And then there was Stella, her cheerful little sister, who called three tis a day to report netizen comnts to tease her.
"Sis, you have beco the most wanted woman in the country. Honestly, even A-list actors don’t get this much attention. You should start charging appearance fees."
She could only laugh, hearing that. She had never imagined becoming a celebrity, much less the kind who accidentally broke the internet just by existing as Axel Knight’s wife.
Her days at ho were busy, exhausting, but strangely beautiful.
She spent most of her mornings playing with Oliver, who had beco clingier now that he understood she was suddenly famous.
Her son kept asking if people knew he was "the cutest Knight," and she almost thought he would soon demand his own fan club.
Their house beca lively over the weekend as both sides of the family visited.
Her grandparents arrived with bags of fruit and nurous gifts for Oliver.
Axel’s family followed shortly after, filling the place with laughter, stories, and enough food to feed a small village.
Evelyn felt overwheld, but in the best way possible.
Still, nothing made her heart flutter quite like today.
It was finally the day she would fly to Grayenfall.
She had been excited for the last few days. Nervous too. Her mother’s family was waiting, and although she tried to set low expectations, a part of her hoped the eting would be warm and easy.
But another part of her worries. It had been years. What if they were disappointed in her? What if she said the wrong thing? What if they won’t accept her?
Axel, thankfully, was coming along. Not only because he wanted to support her, but also because he had work in Grayenfall.
And since Oliver had a week off from his toddler program, Axel suggested they all go together.
Oliver squealed in joy when he learned he would get to "ride the big plane again."
The best part, at least for Evelyn, was that they would also stay for a while at their beach house in Willowcrest.
She missed her ho terribly, even though she had only been away for two months. She missed the sound of the ocean. She missed the way the morning sun painted the windows gold.
Most of all, she missed Aunt Martha, whose cooking could cure almost any of her bad moods.
Now, as she zipped the last compartnt of her suitcase, Evelyn felt her pulse quicken. She stood by the window, gazing into the backyard, where she watched her son say goodbye to his horse and pony.
"Eve, are you ready?" Axel’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.
She smiled despite her nerves. "More ready than my heart feels."
He stepped inside, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek.
"Do not worry. I will be by your side the whole ti. And if your mother’s family gives you trouble, just hide behind . I am tall enough to block half the world."
She laughed, precisely as he hoped. "What about the other half?"
"I will ask Liam and the others to stand there," he said with a straight face. "Let them take care of the rest.
Evelyn rolled her eyes, her smile widening.
Her worries did not vanish, but with Axel beside her, they suddenly felt bearable.
Today would mark a new Chapter. And she was ready to step into it.
"Alright, let’s go! It’s ti to et that person—"
...
The two-hour flight to Grayenfall felt strangely long for Evelyn.
Every minute seed stretched, as if the plane stubbornly refused to move faster.
Her thoughts kept circling the sa point, the sa worry. The DNA match. The hospital visit. The answers are waiting for her.
Fortunately, she had Oliver.
Her little boy was a ball of sunshine, wiggling excitedly on her lap as he pressed his small hands against the window. His wide eyes sparkled at the sight of the clouds outside.
"Mommy," he whispered, "I am thanking you."
Evelyn blinked. "You are thanking ? For what, sweetheart?"
"For taking back to Willowcrest, of course." He nodded with complete confidence, patting her leg like a gentleman twice his age. "I am thrilled today. Very, very happy."
She smiled, her worries softening. "Really? What makes you so happy?"
"Because I will et Grandma Martha..." Oliver clapped his hands. "She will cook my favorite food and give big cookies and lots... Lots.... of muffins."
Evelyn smiled, trying to keep her voice low.
"Oh yeah. That sounds great, doesn’t it? Mommy is happy if you are happy." Evelyn tousled her soft hair.
Oliver leaned back against her chest, content and humming happily.
His tiny fingers played with her necklace as he said, "I am also happy because we are going to the beach house. The ocean is calling , Mommy. I heard it say, ’Oliver, co swim.’"
"Oh? The ocean talks now?"
"Yes. I have big ears. I can hear everything."
Evelyn kissed the top of his soft hair, her heart warm.
She still carries her fears, but with Oliver beside her, they feel lighter and less scary now.
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