Grace
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. As I stirred in my sleep, I could feel the gentle weight of the blankets and the softness of the bed beneath me. The bed wasn't as warm as it had been when Charles was in it, but his scent still lingered in the sheets, and that was comforting.
I got out of bed and headed back to my room to start getting dressed for the day. A bit of anxiety went through me.
Today was my first day of classes. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to the smell of pancakes.
"Not like that, Uncle Eason! Uncle Charles..."
I smiled and peeked into the kitchen, seeing Eason at the stove with Cecil sitting on the counter, frowning down at his skillet.
"And what's going on here?"
"Good morning, Mommy!" Ceci
