Katherine’s POV
The afternoon had been perfectly uneventful, just the way I liked it. Adrian was hunched over his sketchbook at the kitchen table, lost in his usual world of art, while I was cleaning up from lunch.
Charlotte was sprawled out on the couch, her head hanging off the side, watching some reality show I couldn’t make sense of.
The peaceful hum of the house made everything feel normal, like we were in our little bubble, far away from the chaos Adrian’s family usually brought.
But, of course, nothing stays peaceful for too long.
“Hey, Mom,” Charlotte called from the couch, not even bothering to sit up.
“Do you ever feel like you're too old to care about what happens to these people on TV? Like, I know it's scripted, but I still feel so... invested.”
I raised an eyebrow
