The Next Day…
"Mom, don't we have any yummy food today?"
Egypt asked with a pout as she stared at the simple breakfast on the table—just eggs and fried rice.
I let out a deep sigh.
"That is yummy food. It's your favorite, remember?" I said, pointing at the plate—the same breakfast she always used to ask for.
But she only pouted more.
"What I meant, Mommy… is, isn't there any breakfast from Uncle Alpheus today? I really love the pancakes they always bring."
I paused, my spoon halfway to my mouth, and glanced at the twins.
Paris sat quietly, eating without a word, while Egypt—who used to eat whatever was in front of her without complaints—now looked like she was missing the breakfast meals sent by Rome's friends.
After what happened yesterday, they didn't send anything.
Maybe Alpheus told them I kicked him out… That's probably why nothing came this morning.
I'd already expected this, which was why I got up early to make breakfast myself.
