The next morning should have been peaceful.
It wasn't.
Dayo woke to the familiar warmth of Luna sleeping beside him, and for the first few seconds everything felt normal. The room was quiet, comfortable, and safe—the kind of morning he had spent years wishing for but rarely experienced. Somehow, during the night, Jennifer had migrated into their bed and was currently sleeping sideways with one leg thrown across both of them as though she personally owned the entire mattress.
Dayo smiled.
Some battles simply weren't worth fighting.
Carefully, he reached for his phone on the nightstand, but the moment the screen lit up, his expression changed. He frowned, blinked once, then looked again to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
17,842 notifications.
Dayo stared at the number and it kept increasing by the seconds.
Normally, even on a busy day, he received a few thousand notifications. Seeing a figure this high before breakfast could only mean one thing.
Something had happened.
