“Because once I call them,” she said softly, “this moment ends.”
Silence settled over the table.
Mehair didn’t fully understand—but she felt it. Kids always do.
Armen did understand.
Too well.
Moments like this didn’t exist in his life anymore. Quiet mornings. Unexpected peace. The feeling that, for just a second, nothing was about survival.
“You can stay for breakfast,” Mehair said decisively, as if she had authority over such things.
Armen opened his mouth to object.
Zarin spoke first.
“I’d like that.”
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