Benedicta’s POV

I poured Merlin another glass of orange juice as he bit into his toast. His small hands fumbled to balance the slice, and I couldn’t help but smile. These quiet breakfasts with him had become my anchor amidst the storm that had engulfed our lives.

“Mom’s taking too long to come back,” Merlin said, his voice tinged with the innocence of a child.

I hesitated, setting my cup down. “She’ll be back soon,” I said softly, keeping my tone light. “She just had to travel for something important. But she’s coming back, Merlin. You’ll see her soon.”

He nodded reluctantly, his little face pensive as he focused on...