We didn’t stay for dessert.
By morning, Evan had been fired, and a formal investigation was underway. His name filled the headlines — for all the wrong reasons.
That Sunday, I woke to the smell of pancakes and bacon.
Liam stood at the stove, quietly humming. Noah sat at the table, peeling oranges.
“Morning, Mom,” Liam said, flipping a pancake. “We made breakfast.”
I leaned against the doorway and smiled.
