Samantha, Soren’s mother, broke the silence first. And somehow, in that simple act, the tension in the room melted like morning frost. She smiled warmly, her eyes soft but lively, and stepped forward with a grace that could silence any room. Before I even had time to breathe, she embraced me, her hug firm yet comforting.

“Welcome, dear,” she said, her voice ringing with sincerity. “We’re so happy you’re here.”

I felt my cheeks heat, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding ...