She Stayed for Breakfast—And the Truth She Spoke at the Table Changed Everything

Mehair nodded like that made perfect sense. “Daddy gets busy too. But he forgets to eat sometimes.”

“I do not,” Armen muttered.

“You do,” she insisted, pointing her spoon at him like evidence in a trial. “Yesterday you had coffee and half a sandwich.”

Zarin’s eyes flicked to him.

Not judgmental.

Not impressed.

Just… noticing.

“That’s not enough,” she said quietly.

Armen shrugged, uncomfortable. “It’s fine.”

“No,” she replied, still calm. “It isn’t.”