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... lips, the cheerful atmosphere at the breakfast table shattered like thin ice. A heavy silence settled over the group, and I watched as expressions dimmed—especially Ovelia’s. Her fork stilled mid-air, her shoulders slumping almost imperceptibly. The golden morning light streaming through the windows suddenly felt too bright, too cheerful for the weight in the room.
Philip was the first to break the silence, offering a small, bittersweet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’ ...
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