Chapter 21It started with small things. A plate slipping from her hands while she cleared the breakfast dishes, shattering against the tile in a sharp explosion. Two days later a cup followed, then a glass. Each time she apologized in that same low, hurried voice, head bowed, already kneeling to gather the pieces before I could say anything. I watched her carefully after that. Around Elias she was gentle enough—her hands steady when she held him, her voice soft when she murmured to keep calm Him—but the breaking continued in the kitchen and the hallways, little accidents that left me tense.After everything with Clara and Luke, after the way Lucien had shut down every disruption with speed, I told myself I could handle this one myself. I was learning to stand a little straighter in this house. I was baking, caring for Elias, existing as more than the rare omega who had given him an heir. Reporting every cracked plate felt like running back to the safety of his shadow when I had only
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