Adding Fuel To The Fire

The gentle hum of conversation floated in from the dining area as Leila moved about the kitchen, her hands gliding over the smooth wooden countertop with practiced ease.

The sunlight streaming in from the window bathed the room in warmth, making her feel lighter, almost like herself again.

She glanced over her shoulder with a soft smile as she heard the girls giggling from the living room, their heads bent together as they worked on their group assignment.

Then there was Tyrell, he stood by the kitchen door, his frame leaning lazily against the doorframe, watching her with a mixture of relief and fondness.