Grace turned pale.
She quickly hoisted the boys down.
“Sir, I’m so sorry. I’ll clean everything immediately.”
Nathan looked at his offspring.
“Are they good pancakes?” he asked gently.
The strain dissolved.
For the initial sequence in years, he sat on the kitchen floor in a custom-styled suit and sampled an uneven, semi-cooked pan-cake that somehow felt like the finest item he had consumed in months.
But the comfort did not endure.
The principal entrance impacted.
Footwear clicked sharply across stone.
