"We're staying here for a week…" His face drained of color. I can't endure another six nights of this.
He lingered on the stairway, staring down at the floor as if it could offer answers, mourning the weight of the coming days. Then, a faint noise from downstairs made him freeze.
Tap… tap…
It was early. Too early for anyone to be awake. Yet curiosity pulled him forward. Step by step, he descended, guided by the sound, until he found himself in the kitchen.
There, Chukwudubem was already busy at the refrigerator, rifling through ingredients as if he had been up for hours.
The household staff weren't supposed to be here until after six. But it didn't matter. Chukwudubem moved with quiet confidence, clearly prepared to handle breakfast on his own.
Thanks to Chibuzor's strict upbringing, all his younger siblings had mastered essential life skills, including cooking, long before they should have cared.
