The room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension as Helena and Kayden sat on opposite ends of the elegant living room. A subtle unease hung in the air, the weight of unvoiced thoughts threatening to overwhelm the room.
Imogen and Raphael exchanged glances as they observed the awkwardness between their mother, Helena, and their stepfather, Kayden. Imogen, with her bright blue eyes, leaned in closer to Raphael, who had the same piercing gaze. They shared a bond, an unspoken understanding, and they could sense that something was amiss.
Imogen, the elder of the two, finally broke the silence. "Mom, is everything okay? You seem... distant."
Helena blinked, as though emerging from a reverie. She forced a smile, though it lacked its usual warmth. "Oh, darling, I'm fine. Just lost in thought, that's all."