Chapter forty seven

Selena

I had woken up an hour ago and I was in the kitchen, whisking the batter for the waffles. The aroma of vanilla and butter filled the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation. It was a Sunday morning, and I wanted to make a special breakfast for Channel and me, a gesture to show my appreciation for our growing friendship.

As I poured the batter onto the hot griddle, the sizzle and the sight of golden waffles forming brought a smile to my face. Breakfast had always been a comforting ritual for me, a time to nourish both the body and the soul. And today, it felt even more special, knowing that I would be sharing this meal with Channel. Making waffles reminded me of Heaven and I wondered how she was doing.

Just as the last waffle was cooking, I heard a muffled voice from the hallway. It was Channel, still half asleep and groaning about being woken up. I chuckled softly, knowing exactly how much she loved her sleep.

I walked to her room and gently knocked on her door. "Chann