Grace
The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow through the house as I made my way downstairs. There was a sense of familiarity in the air, a feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything would be fine. As I entered the kitchen, I found Charles already seated at the breakfast table, his attention focused on a stack of papers spread out before him. Cecil sat across from him, happily munching on a bowl of cereal.
"Good morning," I greeted as I approached the table.
“Morning, Mommy!” Cecil looked up. “Have you ever tried this cereal? It’s so good!”
Charles looked up, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Good morning, Grace. Sleep well?"
I paused for a moment, surprised by the question. The truth was, I had slept more soundly than I had in a long time
