The warmth of dinner clung to the air—clinking plates, faint laughter, and Lily's stubborn glare softening little by little. For a fleeting moment, Nathan let himself believe this was enough.
But his eyes fell to the end of the table. The empty chair.
Dad should've been here too.
The ache twisted in his chest, yet before the silence could settle, a voice cut in—smooth, almost too composed.
"…It's a strong family you have, Nathan."
Validia.She sat with perfect posture, her fork untouched, crimson gaze observing everything like an outsider at a play. The role of "Lilia" fit her well, but the weight in her tone wasn't something a sister would say.
Nathan met her eyes, lips twitching into a faint, tired smile. He couldn't tell if it was comfort or reminder.
And then—three knocks echoed at the door.
Emily rose quickly, wiping her hands on her apron.When she opened it, a familiar figure stood framed by the doorway light.
