Liana's Pov

The aroma of roasted chicken filled the air, soft music humming in the background. I sat at Serena's dining table, a steaming plate in front of me, but I barely touched the food. The lights were dim but cozy, a soft golden light radiating over the room. Serena was opposite me, poking at her mashed potatoes with a sleeping fork. Stanley sat between us, sipping water quietly.

"You know," Serena broke the silence unexpectedly, her voice snapping out suddenly, "I remembered ...