LAUREN'S POV

“Mummy,” I heard Aria’s soft voice call out, her little footsteps padding across the tiled floor toward the kitchen where I was standing over the stove, turning the eggs in the pan.

“Yes?” I asked, though my eyes stayed on the frying pan, making sure the edges didn’t burn.

She didn’t respond immediately. I noticed her raise her hand, holding something that looked like a folded paper.

I glanced at her briefly, eyebrows knitting. “Is that your homework?”

“No,” she replied simply, her head shaking.

Her voice had that calm, serious tone she used whenever she was about to show me something she didn’t understand.

The eggs were...