CHAPTER 29

Zara’s POV An hour had swiftly passed, and we found ourselves arriving at our cherished destination—a personal interpretation of a green paradise. Memories of my childhood flooded back when my mother would bring me here on every vacation to escape the monotony of Claybourne. This place was a haven filled with cousins to play with, ensuring that boredom was never an option in the province.             The landscape held numerous delights—a river perfect for bathing, trees begging to be climbed and turned into tree houses, and mango trees that yielded juicy fruits. We would rise early to savor the rich taste of fresh cow's milk, a ritual that added to the enchantment of our days.             Even in the evenings, our joy didn't wane. We would play on the roads, chasing dragonflies, capturing rice spiders, and marveling at the luminous glow of fireflies. The memories of my childhood, so full of innocent bliss, are priceless and irreplaceable.             Despite the passage of many years,