Sophia’s POV
The warmth in the room lingered long after my mother finished speaking.
“You always have this family.”
Those words settled somewhere deep inside my chest.
For the first time in days, the constant tightness in my shoulders eased.
The house smelled like grilled chicken and warm spices.
The afternoon sunlight spilled through the living room curtains, stretching across the dining table in golden streaks.
Everything felt normal again.
Safe.
Tristan leaned back in his chair, balancing it slightly on two legs as he studied me with exaggerated curiosity.
“I still can’t believe this.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You’ve said that four times already.”
“Because it’s still unbelievable,” he replied. “My sister casually telling us she’s secretly talking to one of the most powerful men
