Our Children

Chapter 299: Our Children Savannah Later that day… We stood in the driveway, staring at the house, and something inside me simply… refused it. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no sudden wave of dread or sharp, instinctive alarm. Just a quiet, stubborn resistance blooming in my chest like a flower that refused to open. A strong and certain no. I didn't like it. The house was objectively beautiful. Sleek architecture. Clean angles. Expansive glass panels that reflected the sky like a mirror. Sunlight clearly poured across its surface, making it shimmer in a way that was probably meant to impress. But it didn’t feel like a home. It felt like a display case. I folded my arms loosely across my stomach, tilting my head as I studied the structure again, searching for warmth and finding none. “Ummm… Roman,” I murmured, lowering my voice, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He didn’t answer immediately. His gaze traced the length of the glass façade, then drifted toward the open stre