The smell of bacon filled the kitchen as I flipped it on the pan, my mind running in circles.
Amanda was still here, sitting quietly at the dining table, her eyes fixed on the steaming mug of tea in front of her.
Cain leaned against the counter, with his arms crossed, watching her like a hawk.
None of us wanted to be here like this, but there was no escaping it.
Amanda’s announcement had changed everything.
I placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of her without a word.
She looked up, startled, and managed a small, awkward "Thank you."
I nodded but said nothing, focusing on pouring another cup of coffee.
“Do you want anything else?” I asked her.
“No, this is fine,” she said softly, avoiding my eyes.
Cain cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Amanda, we need to talk
