Without acknowledging Fred, Georgia sat down, holding Sophie close in her arms.Tamara Ellington, the housekeeper, brought breakfast to the table. The mother and daughter ate quietly together."I'll take Sophie to school," Fred said, having already finished. He gracefully wiped the corner of his mouth.Georgia gave a slight nod, offering no other reply.Sophie's wide, dark eyes flitted around. At last, she asked in a small voice, "Daddy, Mommy, are you having a cold war right now?"Somehow, Sophie already knew the term "cold war". Where she had picked it up was anyone's guess."No," Georgia and Fred replied almost simultaneously.Tamara was busy polishing wine glasses by the liquor cabinet. Upon hearing them, she looked toward the dining table. It was at that moment that she realized the atmosphere felt strangely tense.Normally, Georgia and Fred would be exchanging words—about work or Sophie—but today, the quiet weighed heavily."Why aren't you two talking, then?" Resting her
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