'It's still going?' Alex questioned internally.
He expected the memories to end here, but instead a new scene opened up before him once again.
Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the room.
It was morning, and Mira sat at the table, her feet dangling joyfully from her chair, swinging back and forth as she nibbled on her breakfast.
Opposite her Officer Jones looked over with a smile, bustling around the kitchen, making pancakes, his back to Mira. The smell of coffee and freshly cooked breakfast filled the air, creating a sense of normalcy and comfort that Mira had rarely known.
"Did you sleep well?" Officer Jones asked, glancing over his shoulder with a warm smile.
This was his first time in his 35 years of life that he had taken on the role of a father, and he had enjoyed every moment of it ever since he had taken Mira in.
