Regina’s POVDinner that night felt like a scene I’d watched before, like one of those quiet family dinners that pretended nothing was wrong when, in truth, everything was hanging by a thread.The house smelled like roasted chicken and herbs. My mother had insisted on cooking, saying we needed something warm and familiar before “tomorrow.”None of us had the appetite for it, but no one said so.Mia sat beside me, humming softly as she pushed peas around her plate, her eyelids heavy from exhaustion.She’d spent most of the day with my parents’ while I ran between meetings, phone calls, and the lawyer's office. I watched her now, the curve of her cheek, her tiny hand gripping the fork, and a small part of me wished I could freeze this moment, hold onto it before everything that came after.Alexander sat across from me, talking to my father about something work-related. Their voices were calm, measured, a way to fill the silence.My mother kept smiling, too wide, too bright, as she ladle
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