ZARIA POV “Good morning, darling. You look tired.”Mirelle's voice was soft, but there was something hard under it. I stood at the top of the stairs a moment longer, fingers tight on the doorframe, then forced myself to descend.I came downstairs.She was already seated at the long breakfast table as though this were her home, cream blouse flawless, smile gentle and practiced. My mother-in-law sat across from her, sipping tea with quiet approval.I took my usual seat at the far end, spine straight. “Good morning.”Rowan arrived twenty minutes later, strolling in like he belonged here. He scanned the entrance hall and dining area with those sharp, inventory-taking eyes before dropping into the chair beside his mother.“Nice place,” he said, looking around slowly. “Ethan treating you well?”The question was light on the surface, but his eyes told a different story. He wasn’t really asking.“Well enough,” I replied, keeping my tone even.Ethan came down shortly after. He greeted Mirelle
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