Morning came quietly.
Not rushed.
Not loud.
Just a soft light slipping through the curtains, settling gently across the room like it already knew today mattered.
Amelia stood by the window, her arms loosely folded, her gaze resting on the city below. Aurelia was already awake. Cars moved with purpose, people stepping into their day, decisions already being made somewhere behind glass walls and polished desks.
Today, she would be one of those decisions.
Not watching.
Not waiting.
But making them.
Her phone vibrated softly on the table behind her, pulling her out of her thoughts. She turned, reaching for it, her expression calm as she glanced at the screen.
Pearl.
A small, almost unnoticed shift passed through her face before she answered.
“Good morning, Pearl.”
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