*Kiera*
I pour the last of the pancake batter into the sizzling pan, the sweet aroma wafting through the kitchen, mingling with the anticipation buzzing in the air. Just as I flip the first pancake, Will reenters, his presence filling the room like the rising sun. He leans against the doorframe, the morning light casting a warm glow around him, but the tiredness in his eyes still betrays the sleepless night he had.
“Hey, just a heads up,” he says, his voice breaking through my focus. “Tina Jensen will be here in about twenty minutes.”
My brow furrows as I set the spatula down. “Who’s Tina Jensen?” I ask, my curiosity piqued and my heart quickening, wondering if I missed so ething here, or if he forgot to tell me.
Will pushes off the wall, stepping closer to the counter, the faint hint
