I moved around the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air. It was a quiet, simple moment, the kind I cherished. Kelvin sat at the table, shoving spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth between animated conversations with Lisa’s father about the best Christmas movies.
Lisa’s mother was humming a carol as she flipped pancakes. The house felt alive and warm, a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions I had been grappling with since meeting Adrian again.
The sudden knock at the door disrupted the peaceful morning. Lisa’s mom glanced at me, and I shrugged no idea who would be at the door this early morning.
“I’ll get it,” she said, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
Moments later, she returned, followed by Adrian. The air in the kitchen shifted im
