A Mother's Dilemma
Zina POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the kitchen with a soft glow. I had barely slept, my mind running circles around the storm Xaden had stirred up. His words from last night haunted me: the anger, the betrayal, and his unspoken promise to not back down.
I placed two plates of scrambled eggs and toast on the table, the aroma filling the small kitchen. Asher shuffled in, rubbing his sleepy eyes and dragging his stuffed dinosaur behind him. His messy curls framed his face, and despite my inner turmoil, his presence brought a fragile sense of calm.
"Morning, Mom," he mumbled, climbing into his chair.
"Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, trying to sound cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh-huh," he said, already diving into his breakfast. "I'm so hungry!"
