Chapter 8

Enlyan hailed a taxi, and it took them to Mini’s place. Even after five years, nothing had changed. Mini still lived in the same house, and the key was right where it had always been. With a sense of familiarity, Enlyan quickly found the key, unlocked the door, and stepped inside with her children. The two-bedroom house wasn’t large, but it felt cozy and inviting. Jessica glanced around, her eyes scanning the space before she quietly asked, “Mom, where’s my room?” Enlyan smiled gently and replied, “Babe, there are only two rooms. The one on the right is the second bedroom. I used to live in that one, so now it’s our room.” But Jessica wasn’t thrilled. She huffed and pouted, “I don’t want to share with my brother. He bullies me!” She screamed in protest. Joxan, already annoyed, snapped back, “Who wants to stay with you? But Mom said so, so we have to.” Enlyan chuckled, not letting their usual sibling squabbles bother her. She wasn’t surprised—they were always like this. She and Mini had