Morning — Pearl Villa
The morning sunlight slipped through the tall glass windows of the Pearl Villa, painting the breakfast table in a soft golden hue. The air smelled faintly of toast and coffee, the comforting hum of another quiet family morning.
Miles sat at his usual spot, sleeves rolled up, casually spreading peanut butter on his toast. The twins sat opposite — Hope already swinging her little legs beneath the chair, Asher trying to balance his spoon upright in his glass of milk.
Elena was pouring juice, Daniel behind the newspaper as always. The calm, warm kind of peace only families knew.
Then, something small tugged at Miles's attention.
Hope wasn't eating. She was biting the corner of her toast, her tiny brows drawn down, eyes distant — like her mind was someplace else.
Miles lowered his toast. "What is it, Hope? Everything alright?"
Hope's eyes lifted slowly, and she gave a little sigh. "Big broo… I'm sad."
Miles tilted his head. "Sad? Why are you sad?"
