The next morning, Elias woke early. He finished his breakfast, changed into his usual clothes, and helped Margaret with chores—gathering eggs from the hens, carrying firewood for old Widow Lira. His hands were streaked with dirt and straw, but beneath it all, there was something quieter: purpose.

  By the time he reached East Hollow Lake, the morning sun danced across the water, glinting off tiny ripples. Miha, Lucas, and the twins—Ethan and Elara—were already there, laughing and playing.

  Miha sat on a smooth rock at the water’s edge, Lucas beside her, doubled over in exaggerated laughter at something she had said. Elara and Ethan were knee-deep in the shallows, squealing as minnows darted between their toes.

  It looked peaceful. Happy.

  Until Lucas spotted Elias approaching.

  His grin—wide, teasing, knowing—made Elias’s shoulders tense. His stomach twisted. Lucas was loud, confident, never afraid to make others feel small. Elias instinctively slowed, lowered his gaze, and fidgeted with his sleeve, hoping to go unnoticed.

  But Miha noticed. Her smile faded the moment she saw him, recognizing the tension in his posture.

  Not today, her eyes seemed to say.

  Because last time, Lucas had joked about Elias’s blank Astral Essence reading—and that kind of thing cut deeper than anyone realized.

  Miha stood, voice firm but calm. “Lucas, go help Elara find the biggest flat rock for skipping stones.”

  “Huh? Why?” Lucas asked, confused.

  She gave him a look that made him pause, then added sweetly, “Or I’ll tell everyone about the time you cried when a frog jumped on your head.”

  His face went beet red. “Fine! Jeez!” he grumbled, shuffling toward the twins.

  Lucas kicked a pebble into the lake, clearly annoyed that Miha ignored him.

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  Once he was out of earshot, Miha turned back to Elias and smiled warmly—genuine and welcoming.

  “Hey,” she said softly as he reached the rock. “You’re early today.”

  Elias let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and gave a small, shaky smile. “Yeah… I woke up early. Helped Mom and Dad with chores before coming here.”

  Miha nodded and patted the spot beside her. “Sit down. The water’s nice today.”

  He hesitated, then stepped forward.

  For a moment the ripples stopped spreading.The rock was cool beneath him, and the mist rising from the lake carried the faint scent of wildflowers.

  Miha pulled two small cloth bundles from her satchel—one for herself, one for Elias.

  “Made extra breakfast,” she said. “Thought you might be hungry after all your work.”

  Elias unwrapped it carefully to reveal a small pastry. The warmth and sweet smell made his shoulders relax. He took a bite, letting the honey, butter, and faint hint of cinnamon soothe him.

  For the rest of the morning, they skipped stones, laughed, and shared quiet moments of friendship. Elias felt lighter than he had in days.

  As the sun began its slow descent, Miha escorted him back toward the path home. At her gate, she stopped, looking at him with that same calm, warm smile. “I’m glad you came today,” she said softly.

  Elias waved, smiling quietly.

  He reached home and pushed open the cottage door, greeted by the rich scent of roasting vegetables and fresh bread—Margaret must have been cooking dinner.

  “You’re back!” she called from the kitchen, voice warm with relief. “I was starting to worry you’d stay out past supper!”

  Edward looked up from his seat near the hearth, mending a fishing net. His eyes lit when he saw Elias enter—cleaner than this morning but still bearing traces of lake water on his sleeves.

  “Had fun?” Edward asked simply—not probing, just wanting to know.

  Elias nodded slightly, a small, tired smile on his lips.

  For a while, they sat in comfortable silence—father and son sharing warmth from the firelight. Edward reached over and gently ruffled his hair—a rare gesture he reserved for moments that felt right.

  “You look happier,” he said quietly, not pressing for details… just stating the obvious.

  Elias leaned slightly into his father’s touch, letting himself feel safe. The smile reached his eyes this time.

  Edward saw it, and something inside him settled—like the last piece of worry from yesterday had finally let go.

  But outside this warmth, unnoticed, something lingered.

  Later that night, Miha lay under her blanket, staring at the ceiling as soft moonlight spilled across her room. She thought of the lake, of Elias’s quiet smile, of how he had carried himself today.

  But something didn’t fit. His calm, quiet bravery… today it had wavered, just a little. A hesitation in his eyes when Lucas teased, a faint tremor in his hands when he reached for his pastry. Nothing anyone else might have noticed—but she did.

  A quiet thought settled in her chest, uneasy and persistent:

  “Something about him… isn’t right.”

  And for the first time in a long while, Miha felt that prickling, unshakable curiosity—the kind that makes someone watch closely, waiting for what comes next.