Soft music played in the background, and a gentle breeze blew past Elena Almodiel. The view of the garden from the veranda allowed her to enjoy the book she was reading.
Legs crossed and a steaming cup of tea by the glass table in front of her, it made the perfect set-up for her alone time.
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Elena Almodiel placed the book down, her eyes averting towards the sliding doors that lead to the veranda.
Kristofer welcomed himself and sat on the seat opposite of his mother, his face stoic and his heart beating steadily against his chest.
"You knew, didn't you, mother?"
Elena Almodiel stared at her son, suddenly lost about what he meant.
"About what exactly, Kristofer?"
Kristofer scoffed, leaning back against the seat, his back resting on the soft cushion behind him as he crossed his legs and maintained a steady gaze towards his mother.
