Third Person POVThe afternoon felt calm.Too calm.The kind of quiet that settles over a place before something goes wrong.The children were gathered in one of the playrooms, surrounded by toys, cushions, and scattered little things that showed they had been trying to entertain themselves for a while.Rune sat on the floor, flipping through a small book, though he wasn’t really reading it. Blaze leaned against the couch, watching Alora move around restlessly as she tried to come up with something fun to do.And then—There was Amelia.She sat in the corner.Quiet.Still.Watching.Her small hands rested in her lap as her eyes moved between the triplets. She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak. She just… observed.It was obvious.She didn’t feel like she belonged.Not yet.And she was trying very hard not to make it worse.Blaze noticed first.He always did.His eyes shifted toward her again, lingering longer this time. He saw the way she stayed away. The way she didn’t try to push hersel
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