Morning welcomed me with warm sunlight and a soft breeze drifting through the half-opened window.
For a moment, my mind couldn't register where I was. I blinked several times before remembering. My parents' house. Silver Village.
I smiled against the pillow. Finally, I could breathe.
No school errands.
No rushed mornings.
No morning drive.
Outside, everything was surprisingly quiet.
Maybe Zayn and Zarra were still sleeping. They had insisted on watching cartoons late last night, and of course, Dad had allowed them.
Grandparents. Absolutely useless when it came to enforcing bedtime. I wasn't even sure whether the kids had eventually made it into their bedroom or fallen asleep in front of the television.
Still comfortably tucked in bed, I reached for my phone and unlocked it. I hadn
