Morning light slipped through the pale curtains in Katherine's apartment, warm and easy, touching the steam rising off the breakfast table. The smell of toast and warm milk hung in the air. The twins talked quietly between bites, their voices mixing with the soft clink of cutlery and the hum of a slow, comfortable morning.
Katherine sat across from Maya and Nathan, a faint, private smile playing at her lips as she stirred her tea. Her mood was great, almost lightheaded, a rare kind of contentment that had lingered since last night's… that almost-moment with Felix. Every time her mind drifted back to the memory of him leaning in, his expression caught between teasing and sincere, she had to fight the urge to grin outright.
Nathan was telling some half-finished story about a dream he'd had, gesturing with his fork like a tiny conductor, when the sharp chime of the doorbell sliced through the morning calm.
