Selene POV
The quiet pull I felt did not fade as we gathered around the dining table. If anything, it softened, settling beneath the warmth of familiar voices and shared food, like something patient enough to wait while life continued. Breakfast was served in generous portions, steam rising from bowls and platters as conversation flowed easily, laughter weaving through the room in a way that made my chest ache with gratitude. Moments like this felt fragile now, precious in ways I had not fully understood before my shift, before balance began to press its unseen fingers against my life.
