The wind blew softly as Mira stirred hard in bed. Her hair spiraled across the bed frame as she stretched. She peeled open one eye and stared at her alarm clock. She gasped immediately and freshened up.
She frantically ran downstairs clutching her bag tightly. Eli casually sat on the dining seat and gobbled his breakfast gleefully. He turned to look at his mother with a confused expression.
“Mummy, why are you running?” he enquired.
Mira smiled and kissed his forehead before turning to Reyna who had just come back from her break.
“Make sure to pack extra fruits for him,” she said and dashed out the door before Reyna could respond.
Dante held the phone, frowning as he listened to what his assistant had to say. Once the call ended, he tossed the phone on the desk.
Dante was having a
