CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY - The Last Hope of the Fallen

"I think we've outdone ourselves this year," Lucas remarked, pulling Ella close. She nestled into his side, feeling a mix of excitement and nostalgia. "I can't believe our baby is going to be three tomorrow. It feels like she was just born yesterday." Lucas pressed a kiss to her temple. "I know. But just think of all the amazing moments we have to look forward to." As they sat there, enjoying the quiet moment before the chaos of the party, Ella felt a sense of profound gratitude wash over her. For her beautiful daughter, her loving husband, and the life they'd built together. The morning of Sophia's birthday dawned bright and clear, as if even the weather was celebrating their little girl's special day. Ella and Lucas crept into Sophia's room, where she was still fast asleep, clutching her favorite stuffed elephant. "Happy birthday to you," they began to sing softly, causing Sophia to stir and blink sleepily. As the song continued, Sophia's eyes widened with realization. "It's my