Irina
The morning light filtered gently through the window of my room, casting a warm glow on the walls. I had left the heavy curtains slightly ajar, allowing slivers of sunlight to dance across the floor. But despite the peaceful scene, there was an unspoken heaviness in the air. It seemed to cling to Mia like a constant shadow, and I could feel the tension between us with every breath.
As I looked at her, I saw her tense expression and the way she anxiously fidgeted with her hands. Her gaze was fixed on the window, as if she were lost in thought or perhaps plotting something mischievous as she often did. Just moments ago, I had heard Noah's anguished screams coming from his room, and while I sympathized with Mia's difficult situation, I couldn't help but agree with Noah for standing up
