The dinner table is warm with candlelight and the smell of home cooking. Chan's laugh fills the room, easy and bright, the way it always does. But your stomach is tight. Because Sora is leaning in, her voice dropped to something just for him, and he's smiling at her like she's the most charming person in the room. You've seen this before. The slow lean. The soft laugh. The way she makes it look like nothing. She took your best friend in middle school. Your spot in the dance program. Your first real boyfriend - the one who said she "just understood him better." You fought so hard to keep Chan out of this house. He insisted. He said you were overthinking it. He said he loved you. He still doesn't know what she's capable of.