A soft breeze stirred the oak tree's leaves, blending with the faint chirps of crickets. Evander sat back in a wooden chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as his brother Julian stretched his legs out lazily on the grass beside him.
"I still can't believe it," Julian began, his gaze fixed on the house as he leaned back on his elbows. Peering through the glass doors, they caught a glimpse of their mom working alongside Delphinia in the kitchen. The soft clatter of pots and the faint hum of their mother's voice floated out to them. "Mom and Delphinia's mom—friends? It's surreal."
Evander glanced toward the kitchen, his sharp eyes lingering on Delphinia's graceful movements as she handed his mother a bowl. "It's news to me, too," he admitted, his deep voice calm but thoughtful. "She never mentioned it—not once."
Julian smirked, tilting his head toward his brother. "Makes you wonder how much else she's kept under wraps."
