I had spent the last few weeks gathering more than just recipes and decorations. I had been collecting evidence, photographs, and invoices. Each piece of paper was a testament to the tangled web Michael had been weaving behind my back. Tonight, I intended to unravel it all.
With a composed smile, I turned to face Sofia, her eyes a mix of confidence and uncertainty, and extended my hand. “Sofia, welcome to our home. I hope the journey wasn’t too taxing for you,” I said, my voice steady and warm despite the turmoil inside. She nodded, seemingly relieved by my polite reception.
