Brie’s POV The tension in the car was suffocating. Alexander’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that I thought he might break it. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. I watched him from the passenger seat, biting my lip, wanting to ask but knowing better than to probe in front of the kids. “Mom, look! I drew this!” Emma’s cheerful voice broke the silence as she held up her sketchpad, oblivious to the heavy air. “That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, smiling at her in the rearview mirror. Alexander didn’t respond, and I noticed Luca glanced at his father.When we pulled into the driveway, the house was lit up like a beacon. The familiar warmth of home greeted us, and as soon as we walked through the door, we were met with the sound of laughter. Damien, Dave, and Lisa—were already in the living room, locked in one of their usual banters. “You can’t seriously think pineapple belongs on pizza, Damien,” Lisa was saying, her tone incre
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