Arrested

Callista polished off her second bowl of the rich, creamy radish soup, gently setting her spoon down against the ceramic edge. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin, her gaze shifting between Gideon and Elise. The warmth radiating from the small dining table felt foreign yet deeply comforting.

"Mom, Dad," Callista began, her tone shifting to something grounded and serious. "I want to talk about you