Jayden walked into the house to find the family already gathered around the breakfast table. The smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh coffee filled the air—a normal, comforting scene that felt almost surreal after everything that had happened in the past few days.
"There he is," Jacob said, looking up from his newspaper. "The wandering jogger returns."
"Morning," Jayden replied, sliding into his usual seat. His body was still warm from the workout, a pleasant buzz of endorphins mixing with the exhaustion from practicing pyrokinesis.
Harleen set a plate in front of him—eggs, toast, bacon arranged with care. "You've been going out early a lot lately," she observed, her tone casual but her eyes searching. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Jayden said, picking up his fork. "Just trying to stay in shape. Tournament's coming up."
