KAREN
“Good morning, Mum. Good morning, Dad.”
My voice was light as I descended the stairs, the small box clasped in my hands. I leaned in to kiss my mother’s cheek first, then my father’s, breathing in the comfort of home. No matter how far I traveled or how loud the world became, this place always grounded me.
“Good morning, my love,” my mum said warmly. “Are you set to leave?”
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I am.”
My dad tilted his head slightly, studying my face the way he always did when he sensed excitement beneath my calm. “You don’t want to stay a few more days?” he asked. “I could make another call.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I straightened. “Come on, Dad. Don’t do that. Besides, my management isn’t even aware I’m returning today.” I paused, then added with a smil
