The warm scent of toasted bread, fried eggs, and crispy bacon filled the kitchen as sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Ramsy estate. Micah sat on the long marble counter, dressed in a grey t-shirt and baggy shorts, quietly eating the breakfast his mother had lovingly prepared.
It was Sunday, a family day in the Ramsy household, and by tradition, most of the staff and the live-in nanny were given the day off, leaving the kitchen unusually quiet and intimate.
Elina stood near the stove, watching her son with softened eyes. Despite everything, secrecy and the injury, he was still her little boy
The sound of footsteps echoed across the hallway, and a moment later, Jacob Ramsy stepped into the kitchen, buttoning up the cuff of his shirt with one hand and holding his half-finished coffee in the other. He looked up, noticing the harmony between mother and son, and paused.
Behind him, Willow and Aria too halted in their tracks.
