Selene's POV ~
The evening passed in warmth and laughter, the kind of comfort that wrapped around me so gently I almost forgot the ache inside my chest. By the time the meal was finished and the stories had slowed, I knew it was time to go.
Sara's parents tried their best to make us stay longer. Her mother insisted on bringing out more food, while her father told us it was late and we should rest here. But we shook our head softly, our smile kind but firm.
"Next time, Aunt," I promised, holding her mother's hands. "We'll come again soon. But tonight...."
Her mother sighed but didn't push further. Her father gave a quiet nod, though his eyes lingered on us with the heavy love of a parent who hated goodbyes.
And so, despite their efforts, we left the warmth of the house.
