Breakfast on Saturday morning felt like a small family gathering. The smell of eggs, toasted bread, and freshly brewed coffee filled the warm air. The table was filled with food — scrambled eggs, sausages, fruit bowls, and pancakes stacked high and glistening with syrup. Everyone had a plate in front of them and they devoured their food while engaging in small talks.

Rena sat on Hunter’s lap, her little head moving from side to side as she giggled and played with her blue teddy bear. Hunter ...