CARDAN MONTESSORI
I already said it!
The morning had been calm. Too calm. It was the kind of silence that usually came before something ugly.
Nora sat across from me at the breakfast table, picking lazily at her fruit. She looked perfect, as always — red lips, a calm face, and that small smile that could mean anything or nothing.
“Eat, Cardan,” she said softly, pouring me a cup of tea. “You barely touched your food.”
“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, pushing the plate away.
“Then at least drink something.”
“Why do you act like you care?,” I asked, suddenly alive.
Before she could respond, the door creaked open. Kai stepped in, his face unreadable. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight, his expression strangely neutral… too neutral for my liking. I’d known him long enough to tell when
