Ava's Pov
By the time Leon arrived later that evening, my mum had already decided she was healthy enough to start reorganizing the entire apartment.
Which apparently included bossing everybody around from the couch while doing absolutely none of the actual work herself.
"Amanda, move that table properly."
"It is proper."
"No it isn't."
Lucas looked up from the box he was carrying.
"You've recovered enough to become stressful again."
My mum pointed at him immediately.
"And you, stop supporting bad behavior."
"I literally just walked in."
"That's long enough."
I laughed quietly from the kitchen while pouring juice into glasses.
The apartment felt alive again.
Messy.
Loud.
Normal.
And honestly, I hadn't realized how badly I missed normal until recently.
Amanda walked past me carrying decorative pillows with unnecessary aggression.
"You okay?" I asked carefully.
"Perfect."
"That sounded believable."
She rolled her eyes.
"I'm just tired."
