The dinner progressed, an odd mix of tension and normalcy. My mother was the first to catch my eye, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. I nodded imperceptibly, reassuring her that I had everything under control.

As dessert was served, I decided it was time. I cleared my throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’d like to make a toast,” I announced, lifting my glass. My voice was clear, unwavering. “To new beginnings.”

Michael raised his glass, seemingly oblivious to the weight of my words. “To new beginnings,” he echoed, a smug smile playing on his lips.