CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT: FISHY SMELL

The tension that had once pervaded their home gradually lifted, replaced by a sense of peace and stability. Jonathan and Ariana continued to prioritize their family time, cherishing the moments they spent with Oliver. One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of orange and pink, they decided to have a family barbecue in their backyard. Jonathan fired up the grill, the sizzle of meat filling the air, while Ariana set the table with a variety of side dishes. Oliver ran around the yard, his laughter echoing through the evening air. “This looks amazing,” Ariana said, smiling as she watched Jonathan expertly handle the grill. “I can’t remember the last time we did this.” Jonathan smiled back, a sense of contentment washing over him. “It’s been too long,” he agreed. “I’m glad we can enjoy moments like this again.” As they sat down to eat, the conversation flowed easily, filled with lighthearted banter and stories from their day. Oliver regaled them with tales from school, his excitement abo