The dark gray clouds hung heavy over Heathrow Airport as the private jet rolled to a smooth stop on the wet tarmac. Cold English rain pattered steadily against the glass windows, a sharp contrast to the warm tropical air of Singapore they had left behind twenty-four hours ago.
Inside the quiet cabin, Sophia sat near the window, gently buttoning four-year-old Leo’s dark blue wool coat. Leo rubbed his sleepy eyes with his little fist, yawning widely as he clutched his worn brown teddy bear under one arm.
"Are we home, Mommy?" Leo asked, his voice thick with sleep. "Is it going to rain all day?"
"We are home, sweetie," Sophia replied softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "And yes, it's London rain. It just means the grass in the garden will be extra green tomorrow."
Beside them, Etha
