The sun barely peeked through the large windows when Zevian descended the stairs, still fastening his tie. As he entered the hall, the silence from the drama from last night greeted him. He was surprised to find his mother, Rosalind, sitting alone on one of the plush sofas, a cup of tea in her hands.
"Good morning, Zev." she greeted him softly, her eyes flickering to meet his. She didn't need to say much—there was already a sense of understanding how her voice dropped, noticing his weary expression.
"Good morning," Zevian replied, though distracted. His gaze quickly scanned the room before landing back on her. "Where's Kiana and Evelyn? I went to their room earlier but…" he trailed off, expecting to find them still around.
Rosalind smiled gently, shaking her head. "They left early this morning, dear. Avery was with them too." She sipped her tea. "Didn't Evelyn inform you?"
