Mia settled into her seat at the kitchen table, warmth from the coffee mingling with the morning light streaming through the windows. There was a comforting hum in the room, everyone's movements blending into a rhythm that felt almost like a family routine. She couldn't remember the last time she'd shared a quiet morning like this, and even though the situation was still tense—Grangers, safe houses, the ledger—she let herself savor it.
As Sarah loaded a plate with pancakes, she caught her gaze and grinned. "Hope you're hungry. Matt and Claire made enough batter for an army."
"Not our fault," Matt retorted as he planted a kiss on Claire's forehead, and proceeded to serve another stack, topping it with fresh berries and powdered sugar. "After everything we've been through, we figured we could use the carbs."
