*ADELINE*
The scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air as I pushed open the door to the kitchen, my stomach grumbling in a protest against the emptiness inside. Breakfast seemed to be the last thing on my mind, overshadowed by the all-consuming worry for my parents and the looming threat of Orlando. The goons—his loyal henchmen who had become familiar figures in this peculiar sanctuary—were gathered around the large wooden table, plates piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast. At the same time, the morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their breakfast like a scene from a sitcom.
"Hey, Miss Boss! Join us!" one of them shouted, a grin spreading across his face. His enthusiasm did little to lift the weight on my heart. I forced a small smile in return.
"Thanks, bu
