The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the estate, casting long, golden rectangles across the breakfast table. It was the first morning since the hospital that the air felt light.
"Chloe, this will help you feel better," I said, gently setting down a bowl of special steaming porridge in front of her. It was an old family recipe, packed with nutrients and easy on a stomach recovering.
"But it looks disgusting," Chloe whined, turning her face away with a theatrical grimace.
I couldn't help but chuckle. She was just like Finn when he didn't want to eat his greens.
"Cousin, it’s not as bad as it looks!" Finn perked up from his seat, his face smeared with maple syrup. "It’s delicious. Mommy only makes it when I am sick."
Finn had been confused at first about who Chloe was and
