SANDRA'S POV
The sunlight pouring through the kitchen windows is too bright for how exhausted I feel.
Everything in the house looks normal. Clean counters. Fresh coffee. The soft sound of morning news playing somewhere in the background.
But nothing feels normal anymore. I barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Austin's voice again. "I told my dad we're getting engaged."
My stomach twists all over again. Dad sits across from me at the dining table, flipping through contracts while drinking coffee like this is any other morning. His reading glasses rest low on his nose, his attention fully on the papers in front of him.
Meanwhile, I've been staring at the same piece of toast for almost ten minutes. "Are you planning to eat that," Dad asks without looking up, "or
