We stayed on the stairs for a long time.Hazel’s head rested lightly against my shoulder, the photograph of her mother still clutched in her hands. Neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy, but it was honest. For once, I didn’t feel the need to fill it with plans or control. I just sat there with her in the dark, letting the weight of the day settle between us.Eventually, she straightened up.“I should try to sleep,” she said quietly.I nodded. “I’ll walk you up.”We stood together. As we reached the top of the stairs, the front door opened downstairs and a short figure came in.Zara.My younger sister walked in like she owned the place, which she technically did half the time. She was twenty-two years old with a sharp tongue, sharper mind, and the only person in the world who could show up in my mansion unannounced and not face immediate consequences.She dropped her bag by the door and looked up at us with a bright, mischievous grin.“Well, well,” she cal
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