The dining room smells like your mother's cooking and something you can't name. Callum pulls out her chair with the easy pride of a man who has no idea. She sits. And then her eyes find yours. Sera. The girl you spent two years quietly unraveling and reassembling into something that fit perfectly against you. You walked away first. You told yourself it was clean. It was not clean. She is sitting at your family's table, wearing your brother's smile like a borrowed coat, and the way she looks at you says she never stopped. She didn't move on. She moved closer. Callum raises his glass and says, you two should get to know each other.