Phoebe's POV
The worry from my two uncles filled me with warmth despite everything.
For years, I'd been living on the razor's edge. Any normal person would've cracked under that kind of pressure, constantly dancing between life and death.
No matter how tough or adaptable I was, there'd always come a moment when I couldn't take it anymore.
The quiet presence and unwavering protection from Grandfather and my two uncles had always given me what felt like limitless strength.
That strength kept me steady and clear-headed in every do-or-die moment, helping me survive crisis after crisis.
I didn't have much family left. Mom was gone, and Grandfather had passed too.
Now, Uncle Dale and Uncle Julian were all I had.
Sitting at the dinner table, an unexpected sadness washed over me. I kept my head down, quietly listening to the casual conversation flowing between Harold and my uncles.
