The morning sun had barely begun to warm the sky when Isabelle stepped into the twins’ shared bedroom, finding them already awake. It was their first school day since the move.
Elliott sat on the edge of his bed, swinging his legs, his uniform neatly tucked in, but his expression unreadable. Across the room, Amelia tied her shoelaces in slow, deliberate motions, Bunny tucked under one arm.
No morning cartoons. No playful chatter. Just quiet uncertainty.
It had been this way since the move—cautious silences, whispered questions. Even at their age, the twins understood that life had shifted under their feet, but they were still trying to figure out what it all meant.
Isabelle forced a warm smile as she stepped inside, brushing Amelia’s hair back from her face. “Good morning, my loves.”
