Aliana's POV

The dining room was filled with the rich aroma of roasted chicken, seasoned vegetables, and fresh bread. The soft hum of conversation floated around the table as we all settled into our seats. The glow from the chandelier above cast a golden hue over the room, making it feel almost like a perfect family dinner.

Almost.

Freddy sat at the head of the table, his usual commanding presence filling the room without him even trying. To his right sat Sandy, happily swinging his little legs as he reached for a piece of bread. Mercy sat next to him, her warm smile present as she helped him cut his...