I returned home that evening, the air crisp and quiet as I stepped into the villa. Mina was already inside, seated at the dining table with her plate of food, her brow furrowed slightly as she focused intently on something on her phone. I passed her on my way to my room, hands in my pockets, moving with careful, measured steps, the weight of the day pressing against me.“Zion,” she called casually, almost too casually, making me pause mid-step. She didn’t look up from her plate, but there was a deliberate tilt to her voice. “Your mother came by earlier.”I froze. My mind sharpened instantly. That simple statement, said in such an ordinary tone, somehow set my teeth on edge. I hadn’t expected her to visit, and my gut instinct told me that Mina had somehow brought it up to me now to provoke a reaction.“Wait,” I said, stopping in my tracks. My tone was low, controlled, but firm. “What did you say to her?”She finally looked up, her eyes meeting mine evenly. No guilt, no smirk, just t
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