Agatha sat under the shade of a large oak tree, its ancient branches spreading out like protective arms over the clearing where the children played. Beside her, Luna reclined on the soft grass, her eyes following the swift movements of her son, Nicholo, and his friends. The air was filled with laughter, and the occasional playful growl, as Lucia and Elina chased each other around the clearing.
"It's good to see them so happy," Luna said, her voice tinged with warmth and pride. "They're growing up so fast."
Agatha nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, they are. It's hard to believe how much has changed in just a few years."
Luna glanced at her friend, noting the slight furrow in her brow. "What's on your mind, Agatha? You look worried."
Agatha sighed, her gaze shifting to Luci
