~Selene's POV~
The dinner unfolds in small, ordinary increments, the kind of evening Selene has not allowed herself to fully imagine having again, not with him, not in this particular configuration of people gathered around her own table.
Miriam sets out plates without being asked, the same quiet domestic competence she brings to nearly everything, and takes her seat across from Selene with the twins' high chairs flanking either side of the table like small, opinionated sentries standing guard over the proceedings. Lior is in rare form tonight, banging his spoon against the tray with escalating enthusiasm before anyone has even finished serving the food, as though the anticipation itself requires its own percussion section.
Caden sits where Selene gestures for him to sit, the chair clos
