The morning began surprisingly peacefully.
For exactly three minutes.
Which was probably a new family record inside the Cole mansion.
Zara sat at the breakfast table stirring her tea slowly while trying to enjoy the rare silence.
At six months pregnant, silence had become one of her favorite things.
Unfortunately, peace never lasted long around the Coles.
Richard was reading the newspaper.
Adrian was answering emails on his phone.
Eleanor was drinking tea.
Everything seemed calm.
Then Eleanor sighed.
The sound alone was enough to make Zara nervous.
Eleanor lowered her cup carefully.
"I still don't understand why you insist on wearing those oversized sweaters."
Zara closed her eyes briefly.
Here we go.
"They're comfortable."
"They're sloppy."
"They're clothes."
"They're n
