DINNER had been unexpectedly warm.
Not extravagant, not formal. Just warm and simple.
The long dining table that usually felt too large for three now felt comfortably filled, Adrian at the head, the twins on either side, George seated modestly toward the end, and Wendy beside her father.
Conversation flowed easily.
Gabriel had been the first to break the ice.
“So, Wendy,” he began, sitting straighter than usual, “what grade are you in?”
Wendy smiled politely. “Fourth.”
Gaddiel’s eyes widened.
“You are older than us.”
“By a year,” she replied playfully.
“That explains why you look… you know…” Gabriel trailed off.
“Like what?” Wendy asked, amused.
“Like you know more things,” Gaddiel jumped in quickly, trying to recover the moment.
Adrian raised a brow.
“More things?”
Gabrie
