"Pass the potatoes, please," Harry said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled over the dinner table.

Mia handed him the bowl, their fingers brushing for just a moment. She quickly pulled her hand away, but not before noticing how Harry's eyes lingered on hers.

The dining room felt particularly tense tonight. Eleanor kept glancing between her son and the two women competing for his attention, while Selen made a show of laughing at everything Harry said, whether it was funny or ...