It was a bright afternoon when Celine and her three-year-old daughter, Calliope, stepped into a clothing store after landing back in the country. The sun filtered through the glass storefront, illuminating its glow on the rows of high-end clothing. They were nothing like the high-end stores she had been but that would work for now. Celine had made a big decision to leave Europe, and for her, it felt like coming back home. After what seemed like forever, she was finally reuniting with her family who had missed her and Calliope dearly.As they entered, Celine adjusted her button-down shirt, its crisp white fabric a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. It was casual yet expensive, typical of her style. Calliope, however, looked less like the daughter of a woman with good taste and more like a little girl who just didn’t care. She was still wearing her cozy pajamas—soft, colorful, and perhaps more suited for bedtime than shopping. They had flown in on the family’s private plane

“Just follow my order, Gaile. It’s fine. I’ll handle Celine,” Chase muttered, speaking into his phone with a serious tone laced in his voice.Celine paused, overhearing her brother’s voice as she entered the study. They had only just arrived at her parents’ house, surprising everyone. Now Calliope was happily entertaining her grandparents, and their laughter was echoing all over the house. The house sounded so lovely after a long time, as her parents say.Celine’s brow furrowed as she approached Chase, her footsteps barely making a sound. “What was that about?” she asked, trying to keep her tone casual. But there was an undeniable control to her voice.Chase turned to face her; his expression tinged with annoyance. “I heard what happened to you and Calliope earlier,” he said, crossing his arms as if bracing himself for a confrontation. “Don’t even try to deny it. That woman’s little stunt wasn’t just harmless teasing, and you know it.”Celine sighed, the memory of Katherine’s condesce

Calliope’s sudden question stumped Celine for a second, leaving her caught completely off guard.For a few years, they had lived a quiet and peaceful life in Europe, where Calliope had little reason to interact with other children or strangers who might bring up things about families, fathers, and the concept of parents being together. The subject of her father had simply never been part of their daily lives.Or perhaps it was because Calliope had always been too young to wonder about it, too innocent to notice what she was missing. Celine had given her everything she needed—her love, her care, her guidance. She had filled both roles, acting as both mother and father, protecting her from the cruel questions that might have otherwise arisen if they had lived a different kind of life.But now, out of nowhere, Calliope had asked something so simple, yet so heavy, something that made all of Celine’s defenses crumble in an instant.Her heart began to pound violently inside her chest, each

“Just make sure you go home by dinner, okay? Your father wants us to have dinner together.”Celine gave a soft hum in response before ending the call.For a moment, she didn’t move. The phone remained pressed against her ear even after the line had gone silent, as though she needed those extra seconds to steady herself.When she finally lowered it, her fingers tightened faintly around the device. Her gaze drifted forward, unfocused, as if she were looking at something far beyond the street in front of her.She still wasn’t used to being back.There was something unsettling about returning to a place that should have felt like home but didn’t quite fit anymore. Everything was familiar, even after the countless changes within the city, yet none of it settled into her the way it once did.The Everson family had never truly stayed too long in this city. It was mostly her and her siblings who would scatter around and live their own lives while their parents continued moving from place to p

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