The night had finally fallen on our family vacation, and with it came an air of celebration mixed with an underlying tension that I couldn’t quite shake. It was family game night something my parents had insisted on organizing to bring everyone together after the long day of activities. The living room of the villa was transformed into a makeshift game arena, colorful string lights hung overhead, the table was cleared to make space, and laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses as relatives gathered for a night of friendly competition. I took my place among the group, trying to blend into the familiar chaos. Yet, despite the cheer and playfulness that filled the room, my heart was a cauldron of conflicting emotions. I knew that tonight, like every night during this vacation, Lucas and
