Sophia’s POVThe preschool auditorium felt warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the chill of the winter air outside. Parents and children bundled in coats and scarves had trickled in earlier, leaving trails of melting snow near the entrance. A faint scent of pine lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of hot chocolate from a small concession table in the corner.Elijah and I had shed our heavy coats, leaving them draped over the backs of our chairs. Even now, I could feel the lingering cold on my fingertips, which I rubbed together absently as the performance unfolded.“They look so happy,” I whispered, my voice almost drowned out by the laughter and applause around us. Roxy and Jared stood at the center of the stage, their faces glowing with pride as they sang in perfect harmony with their classmates.“They take after their mom,” Elijah said, his voice low and filled with warmth. He gave my hand a brief squeeze, and for a fleeting moment, I felt the tension between us ease, like
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