Chapter 69: The Question
It was one of those quiet evenings that didn’t ask for attention.
No celebrations. No deadlines.
No urgency pressing at the edges of the day.
Just peace.
The house had settled into a gentle rhythm of soft music drifting from the living room, the faint clink of dishes from the kitchen where Henrick had insisted on cleaning up after dinner, and the low hum of night beginning to wrap itself around everything.
Tiania sat on the edge of Henessa’s bed, brushing her daughter’s hair slowly.
Long, careful strokes.
A habit she had picked up years ago, back when Henessa was small enough to fall asleep mid-sentence, her tiny body curled into Tiania’s side like she belonged nowhere else.
Now, she was growing. Still small. Still soft.
But with eyes that asked deeper questions.
The kind that didn’t always come with easy answers.
Henessa sat cross-legged in front of her, unusually quiet.
No humming. No chatter. Just… thinking. Tiania noticed.
