Not long after they left and Valentine's mother houses heading home.
As they stepped into the house, Valentina felt a shift in the air—a warmth that had nothing to do with the soft glow of the lights.
Raymond's father and mother stood waiting in the living room, their eyes filled with quiet understanding. The moment Valentina met their gaze, she straightened herself and respectfully bowed slightly.
"Good evening, Father… Mother," she said softly, her voice gentle yet steady.
Raymond's mother stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Valentina in a firm yet comforting embrace.
"My dear, welcome home," she whispered, rubbing Valentina's back soothingly.
However Raymond watched quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips as his father nodded approvingly.
"Today was her mother's remembrance," Raymond explained, his voice laced with respect.
His mother pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Valentina's.
