Angelina Pov,
In the early hours of the morning, I awoke feeling drained both mentally and physically from the intense encounter with Mr. Kingston. Despite the weariness that weighed on me, I gazed lovingly at my sleeping children, their innocent faces bringing a sense of calm to my troubled heart. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was only 6 am, the early hour a reminder of the long day ahead. "The sun is barely up, my darlings," I whispered softly to my slumbering children, brushing a stray lock of hair from my son's face. "Time to rise and shine."
As I quietly moved about the room, preparing for the day ahead, I could see Roman stirring in his sleep, his small hand reaching out for his favorite stuffed toy. I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart at the simple sight of his innocent ges
