Leila's POV
The next morning, sunlight poured into the kitchen like it was mocking my exhaustion. My body still ached from the weekend—like every limb carried leftover tension from billionaires, drama, and... mistakes I wasn't ready to admit out loud.
But today wasn't about me.
I padded down the hallway, barefoot, past the gallery wall I'd been meaning to decorate with real family photos someday.
My hand brushed against the cool doorknob of Kellan's room before I pushed it open.
Inside, the boy was sprawled like a starfish across the bed, snoring softly. His curls were wild, and the blankets had somehow migrated to the floor. My lips tugged into a smile.
"Kellan," I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. "Wake up, champ. School."
He groaned, rolled over dramatically, then peeked a
