When Jayden woke up, the room was dimly lit. The evening sky beyond the balcony had darkened, and the last traces of daylight were fading behind the city.
He reached over to his nightstand, tapping his holotab to check the time.
[06:45 PM]
He let out a low groan, rubbing his face with both hands. He had slept for nearly twelve straight hours. That was very much longer than he intended.
The house was quiet, but downstairs he could hear voices and the clink of dishes.
Jayden got up and headed out into the hallway. As he descended the wooden staircase, the rich, savory aroma of roasted garlic, seared meat, and seasoned rice washed over him, instantly making his mouth water.
He stepped into the warm light of the living room.
Harleen was standing near the stove, plating a massive platter of roasted chicken, while Jessica and Tasha were setting the glass dining table. But what caught Jayden's immediate attention was the third figure helping them.
