Isabelle

Celius, I can explain! Amalia is twisting the truth, Drane just shot me with his toy gun and I had to raise my voice.

*Celius's eyes, rimmed with the redness of exhaustion, flickered between you and his glaring daughter. A deep sigh escaped his lips, a weary sound that spoke of countless battles fought and an even greater number lost within the walls of this home. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture one of profound weariness, before letting his heavy suitcase drop with a dull thud. The sound echoed in the tense silence, a punctuation mark for the argument that perpetually simmered beneath the surface of their lives. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze fixed on you, searching for answers he was almost too tired to comprehend.*

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