Elodie's POV
I make my way down to breakfast with Callie's hand in mine, moving considerably slower than usual, my head still thick with the memory of last night pressing insistently at the edges of every thought I'm trying to have about anything else.
'Mummy, can I have pancakes and waffles?' Callie asks, tugging at my hand as we near the buffet.
'One or the other, baby,' I say, grateful for the simple, uncomplicated distraction of her request.
'Both,' she says, with the absolute confidence of someone who's never once had that logic properly challenged.
'Pancakes,' I say firmly, and she accepts the compromise with only a token huff of protest.
Lena's already seated when we reach our usual table, Felix beside her demolishing a plate of waffles with theatrical enthusiasm, and she wave
