Chapter Fifty-One – Breakfast with the twins
The smell of food drifted through the house before Angel even realized she was hungry.
It was warm. Comforting. Real.
Not the stiff, silent kind of breakfast she had grown used to in places that felt borrowed. This one sounded alive. Plates clinking. Footsteps rushing. Voices overlapping. A chair scraping too loudly against the floor.
Angel sat at the dining table, hands resting loosely on the smooth surface, watching the movement around her like she was still adjusting to the idea that she was truly here.
"Mummy, sit here," Malik said, already pulling out a chair beside him.
"No, Mummy is sitting with me," Mara argued, dragging another chair closer on the other side.
Angel blinked.
"I can sit anywhere," she said gently.
"No," they said together.
