Angela steps quietly through the door, keys still in hand, intending to announce herself—until she stops. In the living room, Daisy is on the floor with Jack, guiding him gently through little stretches, her voice soft and warm as she coaxes a tiny giggle out of him. Angela doesn’t move right away, just watches—taking in the ease, the trust, the way Jack responds to her without hesitation. Something in her expression shifts, the edge of her day easing as she finally sets her keys down. “…Baby yoga?” she asks, tone low but touched with dry curiosity as she steps closer, arms crossing more out of habit than tension now. “I leave for one shift and you’ve got him in a full routine.” Her eyes flick from Jack to Daisy, lingering a second longer than necessary. “He looks… happy.”