The sun was up, and the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee. Bianca stood by the counter, trying her best to act like everything was normal. She poured herself a steaming cup while Jason and Mason, still in their matching pajamas, spooned their oatmeal at the breakfast bar. Jason's PJs had a rocket pattern, while Mason's had dinosaurs—both slightly wrinkled from their restless sleep.
The oatmeal sat in their bowls, thick and lumpy, with a sprinkle of wheat germ on top. It looked as unappetizing as it sounded.
"Sorry about breakfast, boys," Bianca said, feigning a cheery tone. "It's the best I could do with Aunt Imelda's new diet rules." She pulled a face of exaggerated regret.
Mason grinned. "It might not be so bad if it came with a side of bacon."
Jason shook his head, frowning. "I don't think even that would help. Besides, Aunt Imelda threw out all the bacon. Remember?"
