Leo’s POVI came downstairs with my hair still damp, rubbing the back of my neck like that would somehow wipe away the mess upstairs.The smell of Nora’s roasted chicken hit me first—warm, familiar, the kind of smell that usually made the house feel like home.Tonight it just twisted my stomach. I slid into my chair at the table, nodding at Dad and Nora without really looking at them.Maya was already there, fresh clothes on, acting like she hadn’t been soaked and pressed up against me an hour ago. She was too quiet.Dad cleared his throat, folding his hands the way he always did. “Alright, let’s pray.” We bowed our heads. His voice rolled through the usual words—thanks for the food, for family, for another day. “Amen,” we all mumbled. The word felt flat in my mouth.I started eating in silence, fork scraping against the plate. Maya did the same, eyes locked on her food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.The quiet stretched out, broken only by the occasional clink of
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