Ava’s POV
The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting soft, golden light over the house. I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside and the familiar weight of Andrew beside me. Today was the day Tristan had been waiting for: his first day back at school. After everything that had happened, it felt like a small but important step forward for our family.
I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Andrew. The house was still, and the only sound was the faint murmur of Tristan’s voice coming from his room. He had a habit of talking to himself when he was excited, and I smiled to myself as I walked down the hall to his room.
Pushing the door open gently, I found him standing in front of his mirror, half-dressed in his school uniform, with his shoes on the wrong feet. Hi
