Monday morning arrived, crisp and cool, signaling the return to the work week. The shared bedroom hummed with quiet domesticity as they all moved around each other, preparing for the day. There was an easy flow, a comfortable familiarity that spoke volumes of their integration. Clara made her coffee, the comforting aroma filling the kitchen.
Soon, the boys came to the kitchen, each grabbing a mug of the freshly brewed coffee. "Want us to drive you, Clara?" Dante asked, already reaching for his keys.
"No, I'm good," she smiled, genuinely appreciative. "I'll take the bus today, enjoy the morning air."
They each kissed her goodbye – a lingering press from Dante, a soft brush against her lips from Silas, a playful peck from Kai – and then they were gone, the quiet of the house settling in a
