The sun had barely risen, yet Sophie was already seated at her sewing machine, humming softly as her foot tapped the pedal. The steady tick-tick-tick of the machine echoed through the small room, filling it with life.
Her hands moved quickly, mending a torn blouse David had left for her the day before. She stopped only to thread the needle or to measure the fabric carefully, her eyes shining with focus.
Rohan leaned against the doorway, watching quietly. He had woken up earlier, pretending he was heading out to “work,” but instead, he lingered, captivated by the way Sophie’s entire being lit up when she sewed.
She glanced up and smiled. “Why are you standing there like a statue? Come, sit. You’ll make me nervous watching me like that.”
Rohan chuckled and walked inside. “I was just admi
