The golden summer sunset over the Kensington terrace faded into a quiet, starlit evening. Inside the townhouse, the warm aroma of baked mozzarella, sweet tomato sauce, and garlic lingered in the cozy air as the kitchen table was cleared.
Alexander sat in the living room armchair, carefully holding baby Clara as she drank her evening bottle with little rhythmic swallowing sounds. Nearby on the soft rug, four-year-old Leo was fast asleep, his head resting comfortably against his brown teddy bear, worn out from his busy afternoon of making dinosaur pizza.
Sophia stood near the kitchen sink in her cozy knit sweater, washing the remaining flour off the wooden rolling pin. Ethan walked up behind her, taking a dry cotton dish towel from the rack. He gently took the rolling pin from her hands, d
