The morning was calm. The sky was pale blue, the sun soft and steady, casting a warm light across the small coastal town. Arielle had already been up, arranging the art center for the day, placing paints and brushes neatly, checking that everything was in order for the children’s afternoon session.
Kairo appeared silently at the door, leaning casually against the frame. “You’re up early,” he said.
Arielle glanced at him, offering a small smile. “I like to make sure everything’s ready before the children arrive. It’s easier that way.”
He nodded and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His presence was quiet, steady. No words of command, no expectation. Just a calm acknowledgment that he was there. Arielle moved past him, but she could feel him following her gaze, the subtle way h
