SUNDAY morning arrived bright and crisp, with the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows and the faint hum of birds outside. Inside, the house was alive with the Sunday chaos: the twins darting about, trying to grab socks, shoes, and last-minute church essentials; Wendy fussing with her hair, barely containing her impatience; George quietly making sure everyone had what they needed before heading out.
Adrian had finished his breakfast and stepped outside, leaning casually against the car, arms crossed, watching the small flurry of activity. He was still savoring the calm before the inevitable storm of chatter, laughter, and occasional sibling squabbles.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Hazel walking toward him. She moved with that quiet grace she always had, just like
