Chapter 100 Big Brother Knows

• Ava
• That morning, I was seated at the dining table, eating my mother's homemade delicacies. The aroma of freshly baked bread and spiced stew filled the room, a comforting presence amidst the chaos of my thoughts. I was eating for two now, and my mother ensured I never missed a meal.
• The front door creaked open, and Marcel stepped in. He looked exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, his usual confident stride replaced with a weary shuffle.