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~Sebastien~

Waiting for Tevin to return from Hayland, just forty minutes away, felt like an eternity. My mind was consumed with worry about what he might uncover regarding Winter and Summer. There was an uneasy feeling gnawing at the pit of my stomach, a mix of anxiety and hope that whatever he found wouldn't be as bad as my imagination dared to conjure.

We had taken the precaution of sending them lunch, hoping to alleviate some of the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog. Olga, our reliable maid, had informed us that they had rejected both breakfast and lunch.

Noah dismissed it as mere tantrums, a common occurrence with these two, but deep down, I couldn't shake the concern. We couldn't afford to let them starve themselves, even if it meant playing a waiting game and giving them some space before trying again.

As we bided our time, we delved into the mundane tasks of our daily responsibilities. The office demanded our attention, with a stack of company request letters an