Morning light filtered into the breakfast nook, casting a golden glow over the table. The soft clink of spoons against bowls and the occasional rustle of paper filled the quiet space. The twins were already settled—Elliott flipping through a comic book between distracted bites of toast, and Amelia humming softly as she stirred her cereal into slow, lazy circles. The scene was peaceful, but the air held a kind of anticipation—like the hush before a storm.
Isabelle poured herself a cup of coffee, the rich scent rising in gentle swirls, and braced herself for whatever tension the morning might bring. After last night’s conversation with Sophia, she wasn’t sure what to expect—but “calm” hadn’t exactly been high on the list of possibilities.
The sound of soft footsteps made her glance up. Whe
