The morning was cold, the sun barely rising over the horizon, casting long shadows through the room. The quiet was suffocating, and the air held an uneasy tension. Primily had always been a bright spot, a cheerful spark in the midst of all the chaos surrounding her. But today, her youthful innocence felt out of place.
She had entered Henry's bedroom without knocking, as if she had forgotten the boundaries between them, or perhaps simply didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t just the door she barged through, but the fragile peace that had been hanging on by a thread for so long.
"Good morning, daddy, did you sleep well?" Primily said, her voice bright with hope, though it trembled ever so slightly.
Sophia, who had been resting beside Henry, jolted upright in bed. The anger in her eyes was immed
