KIA
I left my bed and made my way to the kitchen, where the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, just like it did every morning. Although I'm not usually a morning person, the aroma of the coffee had an unusually awakening effect on me today. It felt different, unlike any other day, probably because today was the day Ares would finally meet my dad, my rather unpleasant stepmother, and my half-sister.
Ares stood at the stove, his left hand resting on his hip while his right hand skillfully wielded a spatula. Pancake batter sizzled on the griddle. I stood beside him, leaning against a cabinet, observing his every move.
Although I now appreciated the taste of slightly browned pancakes, today I longed for the golden ones, unable to tolerate even a hint of darkness. The front
