The next morning, Noah woke up feeling refreshed.
After brushing his teeth, he headed downstairs, mentally making a note to himself that he still hadn't bought groceries for the house.
The small details of daily life still needed tending, even amidst the chaos.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he greeted his family. "Good morning, Mom. Morning, Dad."
His father, David, was already by the counter, preparing to brew his usual morning tea. Emily, his little sister, sat at the table, noticeably avoiding Noah's gaze. Smirking inwardly, Noah immediately understood what had happened—"So it was this little rascal who let it slip, not the neighbours", he thought.
He knew she had a big mouth, but he wasn't mad. In fact, he was looking forward to giving her a little teasing on the way to school.
Acting as though nothing was amiss, Noah flashed her a friendly smile. "Good morning, Em. How was your sleep?"
