Luca POV
The protest began at breakfast.
Sophie refused to sit down.
Leo refused to touch his food.
Max had removed every spoon from the table and hidden them somewhere inside the mansion.
Claire stood near the kitchen entrance with the patience of someone who had already survived several difficult mornings and knew this one would be worse.
I entered the dining room shortly after seven.
The moment the children saw me, all three became silent.
That was usually a warning.
“What happened?” I asked.
Nobody answered.
I looked toward Claire.
She folded her hands.
“They have decided not to cooperate today.”
Max crossed his arms.
“We decided to protest.”
I looked at the table.
Breakfast had been served. Plates remained untouched. Sophie’s school bag stood near the wall, still open
