Amara's POVThe house felt unusually quiet.Only the faint ticking of the wall clock and the distant chirping of birds could be heard as I descended the stairs, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.It was only a little past seven.Usually, by this time, Adrian would be racing around the living room looking for a missing sock, while El would quietly wait by the dining table, her schoolbag already packed.Today...The living room was empty.I frowned."Hello?"No answer.I walked toward the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.Ethan stood by the stove, wearing a charcoal-grey shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. An apron was tied around his waist—something I never imagined would suit him so well.He was flipping pancakes with surprising ease.On the counter sat 3 neatly packed lunch boxes.Slices of fruit had been arranged into little flower shapes.I blinked."When did you learn to do that?"Without turning around, he answered,"I've had a very strict teacher."A smile tugge
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