Marissa POV Los Angeles Monday Evening The first few hours home were overwhelming.Sofia refused to leave my side, literally holding onto my hand or my clothes at all times. Mateo kept asking questions "Are you hungry? Are you tired? Do you want to see my room?" desperate to anchor me in reality through mundane details.Isabella was quieter. She'd hug me, then retreat, then come back for another hug, processing in waves.Von orchestrated everything with quiet efficiency. Kept reporters away, fielded calls from Catherine and Marcus, made sure I had space to just be with the children.My mother in law had prepared dinner all my favorite foods, too much food, a feast meant to celebrate my return.We sat around the table together, all five of us, and I couldn't stop crying."Mom, why are you sad?" Sofia asked, concerned. "You're home now. You should be happy.""I am happy, sweetheart. These are happy tears. Sometimes when you're overwhelmed by good things, you cry anyway."Mateo studied
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