CHAPTER 108: A GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE

Samantha Michaels stood by the kitchen island, her fingers swiftly chopping vegetables for an omelet. Her blonde hair, slightly tousled, tied into a messy bun. She hummed softly to herself, a melody that had become a morning ritual since their return from Dubai three years ago. The morning sun shone into the house. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the house, mingling with the faint aroma of toast and scrambled eggs. "Morning, Mum," Nate's voice broke the silence. He walked into the kitchen, his black hair disheveled and eyes still heavy with sleep. Despite being nearly fourteen, he still had the gangly awkwardness of a boy caught between childhood and adolescence. "Good morning, Nate," Samantha replied with a warm smile. She set down the knife and affectionately affectionately ruffled his hair. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, I guess," Nate mumbled, sliding onto a stool in the kitchen dining area. He glanced at the colorful vegetables on the cutting board. What's for breakfa