POV: Sofia
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Luna's first day of kindergarten was harder on me than on her.
She walked into the classroom like she owned it, found a seat by the window, started talking to the girl next to her. Didn't look back. Didn't wave. Didn't need me.
I stood in the doorway, watching, trying not to cry.
"She's fine," Antonio said beside me.
"I know."
"She's going to be great."
"I know." I wiped my eyes. "I just—she's so big. When did she get so big?"
He put his arm around me, led me away.
"She's always been big. She's our girl."
I looked back one more time—at my daughter, laughing with her new friend, already building a life that didn't include me—and felt my heart crack open.
"She's going to be okay," I said.
"She's going to be more than okay. She's going to be amazing."
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ANTONIO
Elena started preschool the same year.
She was three, shy where Luna was bold, careful where Luna was reckless. She clung to my hand when we walked in, looked at the other children with wide eyes.
"You'll be okay," I told her. "You're going to make friends. You're going to have fun."
"What if they don't like me?"
"Everyone likes you, Elena. You're the easiest person in the world to like."
She looked up at me. "Promise?"
"I promise."
She let go of my hand. Walked into the classroom. Found a seat by the window, like her sister would have done, and started coloring.
I watched her for a moment, then walked away.
"She's fine," Sofia said.
"I know."
"You're crying."
"I'm not crying." I wiped my eyes. "I'm just... feeling things."
She kissed my cheek. "Me too."
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SOFIA
Luna brought home her first friend in October.
A girl named Maya, with glasses and a laugh that filled the room. They played in the garden, read books in Luna's room, talked in whispers that I wasn't allowed to hear.
"She's nice," Elena said, watching them.
"Do you want a friend like that?"
Elena shrugged. "I have Luna."
"You'll have other friends too. When you're older."
"Maybe." She climbed onto my lap. "But Luna's my best friend."
I held her close. "She always will be."
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ANTONIO
Carlo proposed to Maria in December.
He did it at our house, in the garden, under the lights we'd strung for Luna's birthday. Luna was the flower girl. Elena held the ring. Sofia cried.
"About time," she said, hugging her brother.
"I wanted to be sure."
"Are you sure now?"
He looked at Maria, laughing with Luna, and smiled.
"I've never been more sure of anything."
I watched my brother-in-law—the man who'd almost destroyed everything I loved—stand in my garden and promise to love someone for the rest of his life.
"You did good," I said.
He looked at me. "You think?"
"I think you're not the same man who walked into my warehouse five years ago."
He was quiet for a moment. "I'm trying not to be."
"Then keep trying."
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SOFIA
The wedding was in the garden.
It was small—just family, just friends, just the people who'd helped us survive the past five years. Carlo stood at the altar, waiting for Maria, and I watched my brother become someone new.
"She's lucky," Antonio said beside me.
"She is."
"So is he." He took my hand. "We all are."
Maria walked down the aisle in a dress that caught the light, and Carlo's face when he saw her—I'd never seen him look like that. Open. Hopeful. Whole.
"He's finally happy," I whispered.
"He finally let himself be."
They said their vows. They kissed. They walked back down the aisle together, and for a moment, I saw my brother the way he was meant to be.
Loved. Safe. Home.
