Thursday morning began with a buzz of excitement. Bethany’s phone vibrated relentlessly on her bedside table, and she scrambled to check it. It was a message from Evan. “Mom said I can go, but she wants to speak to your dad to confirm it’s okay and safe for everyone for two days.” Bethany’s heart leapt with joy, but panic hit immediately. Her dad hadn’t agreed yet! She knew she had to act fast. Without thinking twice, she jumped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the morning grogginess. Every second felt like a race against time. She got dressed and rushed downstairs. Mr. Martins was already making breakfast, the smell of sizzling eggs and fresh bread filling the kitchen. Bethany practically hovered, assisting him in ways she rarely did—stirring, chopping, even clearing p

