Several days later.
The sun had barely risen, its golden rays spilling gently into the kitchen.
Kyouko sat alone at the dining table, a quiet cup of tea steaming in front of her.
The breakfast she prepared, perfect as always, still remained untouched.
Satomi had already rushed out with her coffee.
Satoshi followed a moment later, face focus in his tablet as usual.
Neither of them even glanced at the food.
But Kyouko wasn't surprised.
She was used to that.
They only really ate when Haruki was home.
It was never about the meal.
It was about his presence.
She stirred her tea slowly, lips pressed in a thin line.
But what irritated her wasn't the wasted breakfast.
Not the silence.
Not the usual routine of being ignored by two people who claimed to be a family.
What made her blood simmer, was the fact that Haruki hadn't called.
Not a text.
Not a voice.
Not even a message with his usual teasing tone.
Kyouko exhaled sharply , crossing her arms under her chest.
