Flora sat down slowly, her eyes scanning the table. Breakfast was more elaborate than their usual. A soft smile tugged at her lips. She realised Darcy was trying to save face in front of Micah.
Micah took a seat across from her while Nora slid into the chair beside Darcy.
Darcy set the plates down carefully, his movements neat. Then, without thinking, he slid the sunny-side-up egg in front of Micah.
Darcy paused, caught off guard by his own action.
Micah didn't think much of it. The two had eaten together enough times to know who liked what.
But to Flora, watching from across the table, the gesture meant something else. In this house, no one liked sunny-side-up eggs. Her gaze softened, but her voice carried a tremor when she spoke. "You two…" she began cautiously. "Do you still want to be together?"
Micah halted his fork halfway to his mouth. He looked up, puzzled. "Huh?"
Darcy set a warm glass of milk in front of both Nora and Micah. "What do you mean, Mum?"
