Nancy's POV
The morning unfolded with breathtaking beauty, its first rays of light gently seeping through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow in the room. As I stirred from my slumber, a sense of unease hung in the air, tugging at my senses.
With a deep breath, I sat upright in bed, pulling my legs close to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, seeking comfort and solace in the sanctuary of my bedroom.
My thoughts wandered to the challenges that awaited the boys today, an invisible veil of concern shrouding my emotions. Zenab's unwavering support offered some reassurance, but a nagging worry still clung to me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Baby, always finding solace in his morning runs, had left before my awakening, a silent testament to the burdens he carried, burdens he remained tight-lipped about.
