Chapter 3

"Olivia, are you still in bed? Have you made breakfast? Arthur is going to school soon. Do you want him to go with an empty stomach?" Alfred began to pound the door.

I glanced at my phone and found that it was 6:30 a.m.

I was supposed to get a good breakfast ready, his shirt ironed, and his shoes shined, as usual.

That morning, I found what I had done absurd.

I got up and helped Eden put on an old coat, which had been sewn and mended three times.

Eden lovingly rubbed the patches on her coat and said…