Chapter 25
Sunlight crept slowly across the floor, painting long gold lines across the hardwood. The scent of coffee drifted through the kitchen. Somewhere in the background, a children’s podcast about dinosaurs played softly through the smart speaker. Ethan sat at the table in his booster seat, proudly holding a spoon and navigating a bowl of cereal with more splash than grace. “I’m a big kid,” he declared, milk dotting his chin. “Yes you are,” Nadyia smiled, zipping up his small backpack. “Big enough to finish that cereal without launching it at the walls?” “Maybe,” he grinned. Noah walked in with damp hair and his tool belt already slung around his waist. “We’re out of clean socks.” “Check the dryer,” Liam said, following close behind with his lunch bag in one hand and a pair of baby socks
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