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7:45 AM

The morning light streamed through the curtains, bathing Desmond's elegant dining room in a soft, golden glow.

All three of them— Freya, Desmond and Noah— sat at the dining table, having breakfast.

Freya sat at the far end of the long table, as far from Desmond as she could manage without making it obvious. Her hands curled around a steaming cup of tea that she barely sipped. Her gaze was distant, fixed on the untouched plate of eggs and toast before her.

Next to her, Noah sat stiffly, his small hands folded on his lap. His usual lively energy was now replaced by a sense of tension. His jaw was clenched, and just like his mother, his food was untouched.

Desmond sat at the opposite end of the table, his chair angled just enough to give him a commanding view of the two of them. He seemed to be the only one enjoying his breakfast. Acting oblivious to the charged atmosphere, he cut into his pancakes with pleasure.

The sound of the knife scraping against the plate filled the room
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