*Kiera*
The midday sun streams through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow on everything it touches. I’m rummaging through the cabinets, preparing lunch for Frida while she sits at the table, engrossed in her latest drawing. It is nice having a day at home… which I have because Tina asked for the day off.
The soft scratch of the crayon against the paper fills the space, a comforting rhythm I’ve come to love. I can hear her humming a little tune to herself, and it warms my heart. This is our little sanctuary, a place where laughter and creativity flourish.
Just as I’m about to set a plate of sandwiches and sliced apples in front of her, I hear the front door swing open with a loud creak. I glance over, wondering why Will is home this early. Then he all but bursts through the door, l
