Daphne’s POV
"Mom, who is it?" Thea's voice rang out as she stepped into view. Her expression twisted with irritation the moment she saw me. "Oh. It’s you."
I forced a smile, holding up the neatly wrapped boxes in my hands. "Merry Christmas," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "I brought gifts for you all."
Aunt Lucy gave me a small smile—polite, but distant. "You should come in."
I stepped inside, my heart heavy as I walked to the living room and placed the gifts on the table. The air in the house was warm, scented with cinnamon and pine, yet I still felt like an outsider.
"I'm glad to see you here," Aunt Lucy added, her faint smile surprising me. I hadn’t expected even that much warmth from her.
"Daphne!" Uncle's booming voice filled the room as he entered. His face lit up as
