Her Return, His Regret
At the mirror, Aria brushed her hair lazily, still half-asleep.
At the dining table, Aiden sat too still.
His laptop was open.
But he wasn’t watching cartoons.
He was searching.
Maps.
Routes.
Building layouts.
On the screen: Ethan Brook Group Headquarters.
His small fingers typed fast, copying addresses, memorizing floors, studying entrances like a little detective on a secret mission.
Lilian noticed.
She paused, watching him for a second, then walked closer and gently closed the laptop.
“Aiden,” she said softly, “what are you doing on the computer this early?”