(Elara's POV)Silas’s parents lived in a house that felt like a museum. Everything was beautiful, clean, and quiet, curated for display rather than for living. The air always carried a faint scent of lemon polish and old books.We went there for Sunday dinner. A “normal family night,” Silas had said that morning, his voice carefully light. He’d spent longer than usual getting ready, choosing a crisp shirt, running a hand through his hair in the mirror, a ritual of preparation for a role he was determined to play perfectly.His mother opened the door. Her eyes went straight to Silas. That quick, all-encompassing mother’s look, seeing everything, the slight tightness in his jaw, the new hollows beneath his cheekbones. A fraction of a second, then it was veiled.“My dears,” she said, her smile warm but practiced. She hugged Nora tightly, lifting her slightly off the ground. “My shining girl! Look how big you're getting.”Richard emerged f
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