As the sun roared above the horizon, I stood by the kitchen window, cradling a cup of steaming coffee between my palms. The golden rays spilled over the snowy landscape outside, illuminating the world in a deceptive blanket of peace. It was hard to believe that just hours ago, the earth itself had trembled under our feet, and somewhere far beyond, a city was burning under a sky choked with smoke and ash.
I took a slow sip, letting the bitter warmth settle the lingering unease in my chest.
Behind me, soft footsteps padded across the floor. Turning slightly, I saw my mother, her hair still messy from sleep, coming toward me with a tired but gentle smile.
"How's Ashley?" she asked softly.
"Sleeping," I replied, glancing toward the bedroom where she lay curled up under the thick blankets. "She was so brave last night."
My mother nodded, pride flashing briefly in her weary eyes. "She gets that from you."
