At early morning, Lyra prepared breakfast for the children and herself, the aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling sausages filling the small kitchen. Tomas, Ella, and Mina sat at the table, their eyes wide with anticipation as they watched Lyra move about with practiced ease. She hummed softly under her breath, her movements fluid and precise.
"Here you go," Lyra said, placing plates piled with food in front of each child. "Eat up. You'll need your strength for the day."
