Chapter 114 —Her memories... not so foreign

Narrator:

Morning light streamed through the half-closed curtains in the kitchen. Amalia finished serving breakfast while Sasha, already dressed for school, sat down in front of the bowl of fruit that Aylin had prepared. Roman was reading the newspaper on his phone screen, but his attention was divided. Aylin, on the other hand, wasn't pretending to be doing anything else: she was discreetly watching Sasha, waiting.

“Did you sleep well?” Aylin asked, p