Morning light filtered through the curtains. Soft. Warm. Hopeful.

Robert knocked on the bedroom door. Gentle. Patient.

"Emma? Kids? Anyone awake?"

Emma opened the door. Tired eyes. Dark circles. But trying. Always trying.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Automatic fear. Instant worry.

"Nothing's wrong." Robert smiled. "I have an idea. A good one."

The kids appeared behind Emma. Curious. Cautious. Still ...