Flora’s POV

The morning sun filters through the curtains, throwing a soft glow over the room. Aurora is curled up beside me, her tiny hand resting against my arm. I watch her peaceful face, her slow breaths, and I feel a sense of calm that I rarely get to experience these days.

My mother is in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepares breakfast. The scent of fresh coffee and eggs fills the air.

I stretch and sit up. "Mom, I think I’ll take the morning off," I say as I walk into the kitchen. "Let’s eat out today. Just the three of us."

She turns, surprised. "You’re not going...