The morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the dining room, painting everything in soft, honeyed gold. The air was calm, the scent of fresh bread and brewed coffee mingling with the faint rustle of the curtains as a gentle breeze drifted in from the garden. Annabelle sat at the head of the long table, her hands wrapped around a porcelain cup, steam curling from her coffee. Across from her sat Camille, in her light blue school uniform, her hair still slightly messy from sleep, a piece of toast balanced in her small hands. Annabelle had been watching her daughter for several minutes, letting her mind wander. There had been too many dark days lately—too many whispers about missing people, the explosion at the docks, unanswered questions about Damian and Devon. In the middle of all that, she realized how much she wanted to give Camille moments untouched by any of it. Moments that felt safe, happy, and normal. She finally broke the quiet hum of breakfast. “Camille,” she
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