Elana POVThe morning comes soft and golden.Sunlight spills through the kitchen windows, catching on the motes of flour floating in the air. The scent of pancakes drifts through the house.Gabby and Nico sit at the table, both covered in more flour than the countertop. Gabby’s braid is dusted white at the tips, and Nico’s hair sticks up in wild tufts, but the sound of their laughter fills every corner of the room.Victor stands at the stove, spatula in hand, pretending to look annoyed while Damon leans against the counter, drinking coffee and deliberately not helping.“This is chaos,” Victor mutters.Damon smirks. “This is family.”I stand in the doorway, watching them, my heart so full it almost hurts.There was a time when this house felt like a cage. When silence pressed down heavier than any chain, when every look between us was sharp with jealousy or pain. But now… now it feels alive.Victor flips a pancake with exaggerated precision. “If you two make another mess, you’re cleani
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