It was said that nothing weighs heavier than a broken spirit, and nothing tires more than a weary heart.
I found myself slumped in the corner, my gaze hollow as I watched the family dynamics unfold. My heart shattered into a thousand fragments, ached with a pain that overshadowed even my concern for Jake's health.
Sophia, enchanted by Jake's sweet words, slipped into the role of the doting stepmother with practiced ease. She approached Jake, her movements gentle as she took his hand and affectionately patted his head. "Why don't we get you some rest, honey?"
"Okay!" Unlike the resistance he showed me, Jake was all sunshine and light with Sophia.
Marcus observed them with a self-satisfied grin that sent a shiver down my spine. What was this charade for?
But then, in the dead of night,
