Meredith.
Xamira's little hand was warm in mine as we stepped out of the house.
The morning air carried the soft bite of dew, and she hummed to herself as we walked, swinging our joined hands.
And that was when I spotted Dennis.
He was coming up from the direction of the training grounds with dust clinging to his shirt and a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
He looked… satisfied. The kind of mood Dennis only carried when something had gone entirely his way.
"Good morning," I greeted, narrowing my eyes at him. "You look rather pleased with yourself. Should I ask why?"
He chuckled, tilting his head. "Just a good day, that's all. The sun is shining, and the air is crisp. You know me, Meredith—simple pleasures."
I raised a brow. "You? Content with simple pleasures? That would be a first."
He laughed, low and unbothered, clearly unwilling to give me more.
