Morning came softly. Downstairs, dishes clinked and the scent of toast and coffee hung in the air. Then came laughter, bright, unrestrained, unmistakable.Charlotte's.It drifted down the corridor, joined by Nathaniel’s steady, far-too-mature voice."Charlotte, that's for breakfast, not for birds."“But he seemed hungry,” she protested, stepping back.Sebastian awake, smiled faintly. Alina lay beside him, watching light crawl across the ceiling. For a moment, there was peace.She sat up slowly. “I’ll freshen up before the twins storm in here.”Sebastian chuckled softly. "Too late for that."As Alina slipped into the bathroom, a knock then the door opened. Charlotte held a plate of crumbs, Nathaniel trailing, amused but resigned.“Daddy, we found a bird!” Charlotte announced. “On the terrace, I gave him breakfast!”Sebastian crouched down. “Did you?”“I told her birds don’t eat toast,” Nathaniel said.Sebastian rested a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Probably true. But maybe this one was
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