(Scarlett's POV)
The silence stretches between us like a chasm. I can feel their eyes on me, heavy with expectation and something that might be love—if I still believed in their version of it.
"Come home with us, habibti," Blair whispers, her voice breaking on the endearment she used to call me every morning at breakfast. "Please. We've missed you so much."
The word 'home' hits me like a physical blow. That house stopped being my home the moment they chose blood over the daughter who actually lived there. The moment they handed my room to the woman who destroyed my marriage.
"This is my home now." I gesture around the bakery, at the life I built. "I don't need your house anymore."
"Scarlett, please." James steps closer, his weathered hands clasped together. "We know we made mistakes,
