God Or Human? (4)
The day had worn on, and the evening was casting long shadows through the small apartment. Arthur, with a makeshift apron tied around his waist, diligently worked over the stove. The sizzling sounds and tantalizing aromas of dinner filled the cramped but cozy kitchen.
Lily pushed the heavy front door closed with a tired sigh, the sound resonating through the apartment as she wearily kicked off her shoes. Her shoulders drooped as she leaned against the door for a moment, her expression one of fatigue and solemnity.
"Done taking care of the kid and the father?" Arthur inquired, casting a concerned glance towards his sister as he deftly handled the simmering pots on the stove.
