That was strange.
Dashiell was always awake early and always somewhere in the house, if not at the dining table.
Before she could think more about it, Mia appeared from the kitchen carrying a container.
“Good morning, Mis…Reign,” Mia greeted warmly, still shy about calling her name. “I didn’t set the table because I wasn’t sure whether you wanted breakfast here or if you’d prefer I pack your food for work.”
Reign smiled politely. “Packed would be great, thank you. But I’d like a bowl of cereal first.”
“Of course.”
“You can go ahead with the packing,” Reign added while moving toward the counter. “I can make the cereal myself.”
Mia nodded with a smile and disappeared back into the kitchen.
Reign went to the cabinet to get a bowl. But while pouring cereal into it, her eyes drifted ins
