Sofia woke to the softest knock on her bedroom door.
At first, she didn’t even move. Her eyes remained closed, her brain floating somewhere between sleep and irritation. Her body still felt heavy from working the night shift, and her mind replayed flashes of last night’s chaos, the café, the laughter, Henry’s quiet smile and then Jasmine and Denzel doing acrobatics on the dining table like they were auditioning for a p**n role.
Another knock came. Softer this time.
“Sofia?” Jasmine’s voice called quietly. “Hey, it’s me.”
Sofia groaned into her pillow. “Come in” she mumbled, though she wasn’t moving yet. She forced her eyes open and sat up slowly, her hair ridiculous, sticking in three different directions.
The door cracked open, and Jasmine peeked her head inside. “Good morning, sunsh
