"Good Morning," I greeted my parents and Hera who started eating. I sat beside Hera and one of the maids handed me a cup of coffee.

We are in the garden, this is our spot every morning because dad believed that the morning should start with a fun and presentable breakfast.

Clingy isn't it?

"Do you know what happened to Kyla?" Dad asked which stopped us. The way he asked it is like I am the only one he asked.

But still, I hope daddy will say good news. For example, Kyla is dead, that's not just good news, but super-duper good news. I was really waiting for that news...