Aurora’s P.O.V

The morning sun streamed through the wide dining hall windows, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table as the scent of freshly brewed coffee and syrup-drenched pancakes filled the air. I sat between Caleb and Avery, my fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic mug in front of me, the steam rising up and curling around my face. The atmosphere was relaxed, a contrast to last night’s tension, and for once, I allowed myself to bask in the normalcy of it ...