Monday morning came with a quiet dread. Kofi walked to school alone, choosing to give both himself and Nina space to let their whole brother-sister disaster fade into something they could laugh about later.
He stepped into the classroom and the atmosphere felt different. The usual whispers and stares had faded, replaced by neutral observation. His brief chaos-filled rise to school-wide attention was winding down. He wasn't the shocking new thing anymore, just part of the landscape. It was a relief.
He took his seat and pulled out his history textbook. A few minutes later Nina walked in, giving him a small knowing smile as she passed his desk. She didn't say anything, but the look they exchanged was enough. They were good. The truce was holding.
