The night passed, and morning crept over the horizon.
Coco had stayed at the castle since she rushed there at the late hours of night. Then, she dined with Cleora for breakfast.
Now, as she made her way down the road leading to her house, she paused, her gaze slowly traveling up the modern structure— the sunlight dancing against the windows, morning light spilling over the house, it's clean lines and glass glinting under the sun, but even in the warm, bright morning, her brow remained furrowed.
Still wrestling with Cleora's words, still uncertain of how to break the news to her spouses.
Coco resumed her walk, her feet carrying her down the road until she stepped through the gate, her gaze lingering on her home.
She chewed absently at her lower lip as she walked toward the front door.
The news burned in her chest.
