Mika
As I ran downstairs, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of disbelief about what had just transpired with Cain. This morning had started so promising; I felt an exhilarating sense of joy as I remembered that we were finally where my mother had spent so many years of her life. It was a connection to a past I had longed to understand better.
To celebrate the occasion, I decided to indulge myself with a hearty breakfast—something I never did. I prepared a generous plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttery toast, savoring each bite as I enjoyed the quiet morning solitude while Cain was still fast asleep.
After breakfast, I took the opportunity to explore the sprawling grounds surrounding the estate. The vibrant greenery and well-kept gardens were a feast for my senses, a
