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In that brief, silly exchange, the nerves twisting inside me eased ever so slightly, replaced by the simple, grounding joy of being back with the people who knew me before any of the glittering pretenses had taken hold.
The living room had faded family photos lining the walls, a comfy couch that had hosted countless movie nights, and shelves packed with books and knick-knacks my mom had collected over the years.
The kitchen opened right into the dining area, where the aroma of dinner intensified, mingling with the faint scent of lemon polish on the wooden floors and the light floral air freshener that always lingered.
Ah...! Home sweet home.
This was where Levi and I built blanket forts as kids, where our parents would sway together slowly in the evenings after we were supposed to be asleep, their love a quiet rebellion against the norms for omegas and betas.
