The next morning, the house was already buzzing with activity, and it wasn’t even six yet.
Mark made his way downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, only to find Rebecca in the living room, quickly tidying up. She moved with purpose, adjusting cushions and straightening decor, but that wasn’t what caught his attention.
What stopped him in his tracks was the sight of Kendra in the kitchen.
The rich, warm scent of spices and something sizzling in the pan filled the air, and for a moment, Mark just watched her. Dressed in a loose off-the-shoulder top, her hair up in a messy bun and shorts, she moved with ease, flipping whatever she was cooking with practiced confidence. The golden morning light streamed through the kitchen window, hitting her just right, making her look effortlessly s
