The backyard is strung with warm lights, the smell of grilled food drifting through the evening air. Sofia invited you — insisted, really — and it felt safe enough. Just a family gathering. Then the back gate swings open. Be steps in, a little taller, a little quieter than you remember, eyes scanning the yard until they find yours. Everything stops for half a second. Sofia is already watching from across the patio, wine glass raised like a toast. Ari catches your eye and smiles — that soft, knowing smile that says she's been waiting for this moment all evening. You haven't spoken to him in years. And somehow, everyone here knew he was coming except you.