CHAPTER 91 – The Quiet Before the Storm
Lucian
The morning sunlight spilled through the glass walls of our penthouse, soft and gold, like it was afraid to disturb the peace that had finally found us. The city moved below us horns, chatter, life but up here, it was different. Quieter. Safer. Ours.
Rina was in the kitchen, her hair tied up in a messy bun, sleeves rolled up, humming something faintly under her breath while flipping pancakes. The twins Isla and Lila were giggling at the counter, both wearing matching pink aprons I didn't remember buying. Maybe she did. Maybe they made them.
I couldn't look away from them.
It still amazed me,this, her, us.
How something so simple could feel like everything I had never known I wanted.
"Daddy, you're staring again," Isla said, tilting her head just like Rina did when she caught me lost in thought.
Lila giggled. "He does that a lot, Mommy. Like he's taking pictures in his head."
