MORNING arrived in its usual chaos of alarms, half-folded uniforms, and the smell of toast drifting from downstairs.
The twins were already awake— an unusual occurrence that did not go unnoticed by Wendy.
She stepped out of her room tying her hair into a neat ponytail, her school blouse tucked in perfectly, skirt pressed, socks crisp white. Being a year older than the twins meant she carried herself with just a little more composure, more control, more awareness.
Or at least she tried to.
She nearly collided with both boys standing suspiciously outside her door.
“Why are you two here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Gabriel cleared his throat.
“We were… passing.”
“Passing?” Wendy folded her arms. “Outside my door?”
Gaddiel quickly jumped in.
“We wanted to make sure you were awa
