The morning began as usual. Sophie rose early, humming softly as she prepared a small pot of porridge for breakfast. She always tried to make their mornings cheerful, no matter how little they had. Rohan admired this about her—the way she found joy in simplicity.
As she stirred the porridge, Rohan sat on the edge of their mat, pretending to be lost in thought. In truth, his mind was heavy. He couldn’t stop replaying their conversation from the night before—her faith in him, her belief that things would one day get better.
I can’t just sit here watching her carry the weight of our lives, he thought. I have to do something… even if it’s not real work, I need to give her hope.
When Sophie handed him a steaming bowl, her smile warm, Rohan forced a grin. He ate quietly, already planning what
