Ryder’s POV
The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen, the morning sun streaming through the windows as I sat at the table, watching my brothers and Amara move around. It was oddly peaceful, the first time in weeks that things didn’t feel like they were about to shatter.
Jaxon was his usual self, cracking jokes as he piled food onto his plate. “Don’t blame me if there’s no bacon left. You snooze, you lose,” he said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from Caden.
“Maybe leave some for the rest of us, oh mighty hog,” Caden retorted, shoving Jaxon lightly as he reached for the coffee pot.
Amara laughed softly, the sound like a balm to my frayed nerves. Her smile was small but genuine, and it made something in my chest tighten. She was trying. We all were.
We ate t
