I stared at Isaac's back, a mix of emotions welling up in my chest.I couldn't say any of those sensitive things in front of Daphne and Shannon, so I stood there and watched him tie on an apron with practiced ease, open the fridge, and begin cooking with steady, methodical movements.Only after the girls ran off to their rooms to tear into their gifts did I finally gather the courage to walk into the kitchen.Isaac looked almost too tall for the space, yet he carried himself with composure. He was washing the vegetables under running water, the steady rush filling the silence.He looked so calm, as if none of the vicious online attacks had affected him.Still, I knew better. He was holding it together because he didn't want me to worry.After all, Victoria meant everything to him. There was no way he didn't know that she'd fallen ill from anger, and no way he hadn't seen the filth people were spewing about him online.I stood at the doorway for a long time, my throat tight, tryi
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