Chapter 137
- Marcel's POV
- Dinner was on the table—the kind of home-cooked meal that would usually light up the entire house with warmth, laughter, and clinking cutlery. The aroma of roasted chicken and herbs filled the air, plates were passed around, and Evelyn’s soft hums could be heard as she played with Max nearby. Yet, something was off.
- The energy at the table was muted.