I stepped out of the car, eyes adjusting to the quiet warmth of the afternoon sun. The air smelled different here—cleaner, lighter, like it didn’t know the chaos we carried with us. Elijah was already ahead, opening the gate to the villa. And then, I saw them.Two kids running toward him.My chest tightened.Eloah and Eliana.Elijah’s kids.Eloise’s kids.They looked nothing like me. Not even close. But still… my stomach twisted.Eloah had his father’s sharp stare, the same quiet storm Elijah carried when he wasn’t speaking. Eliana, though—God—Eliana was the spitting image of her mother. She even ran the same way Eloise used to when we were younger, like she was chasing something she didn’t want to lose.“Eliana, Eloah,” Elijah said, crouching down, arms wide open as both kids tackled him into a hug, their laughter echoing through the open yard.I stayed still. My throat felt dry.They didn’t even notice me at first. Why would they? I wasn’t part of this world. I never was.“El, Eloah
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