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ELEANOR
I was sitting in the living room with father and Lena, the atmosphere much lighter than it had been earlier. The conversation had shifted from the serious matters that weighed on all their minds to something more casual, almost nostalgic.
It felt nice to sit with father and talk about random stuff. Lena was recounting a funny story from our school days, her voice animated and her eyes sparkling with laughter.
I leaned back in my seat, a smile playing on my lips as I listened. The warmth of my father’s presence next to me was a comfort, a reminder that despite everything, there were still moments of peace and joy to be found.
Across the room, the kitchen was a different scene entirely. Rhys and Dante stood by the counter, their postures relaxed but their eyes fixed o
