A knock sounded on the cottage door, a sound that pierced through the quietness of the room like a bell. Issac, who had been sitting by the window, immediately went on alert. He stood up cautiously, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor, and reached for the weapon at his side. Moments later, the door creaked open slightly, just enough for him to peer out.
A familiar face came into view. "It's me," Oma said, her voice a calming whisper as she smiled up at her son.
She gave a slight nod, urging him to open the door wider. Beside her, a lively presence couldn't wait any longer.
"And me, of course!" Kayla added excitedly, pushing past Oma to step inside.
Issac sighed with relief and stepped aside, letting them in. But before he could relax, he turned serious again.
"Stay here," he instructed them as he stepped out of the cottage.
