An Evening with the Matriarch

Elara decided to spend the night in Cora's room rather than deal with the complications of returning to her own apartment. Cora was thrilled, insisting they have a "sleepover" complete with whispered secrets and giggles long past bedtime.

"Mom, can we have pancakes tomorrow?" Cora asked, her small face illuminated by the fairy lights strung across her bedroom ceiling.

"Of course, sweetheart," Elara replied, stroking her daughter's hair. "But you need to sleep now. School comes early."

"Will you still be here when I wake up?" There was uncertainty in Cora's voice that tugged at Elara's heart.

"Yes, I promise. Now close your eyes."

Morning arrived too quickly. Elara woke before Cora's alarm and slipped out to prepare breakfast. The kitchen was empty—no sign of Damien or the staff. She worked quietly, making pancake batter from scratch.

"You're up early."