The next morning.
An intoxicating aroma wafted in from outside the bedroom.
It was enough to make anyone's stomach rumble with hunger.
"Dad, what smells so good?"
Graham Morgan scratched his messy hair, stumbling downstairs in a daze.
He yawned as he walked. He'd had a bit too much to drink yesterday, and now he was suffering the aftereffects. His legs felt weak.
"Your dad's still asleep..."
Aurora Sinclair poked her head out of the kitchen doorway, startling Graham Morgan.
He'd drunk so much he'd had a memory lapse, forgetting that his superhuman mom was back.
Her face, which hadn't changed at all, made her look even younger than him.
Graham Morgan called out to her awkwardly, then peeked into the kitchen like a child, trying to see what she was doing.
He saw his mom, wearing his dad's apron, skillfully slicing fish on a cutting board with a cleaver.
The aroma was coming from a clay pot simmering beside her.
