_Lisa’s POV_
The morning sunlight spilled through the tall dining room windows, casting a warm glow over the long table filled with silver dishes and delicious food. The smell of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and fresh-baked bread filled the air. It reminded me of the breakfasts I used to dream about but never had. At home, I was always the one cooking, never the one being served.
I sat at the table with a steaming cup of tea between my hands. Alexandra sat across from me. She was biting into a buttery croissant, while Rylan sipped from a black mug of coffee beside her. It felt peaceful and safe.
“Did you sleep okay?” Alexandra asked, tilting her head with a bright smile.
I nodded. “Yeah. Better than I expected.”
“You needed it,” Rylan said gently. “You’ve been through a lot.”
I looke
