RAGNA POV…
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The moment I pushed the door open, I was swallowed by a crowd.
Worried parents. Anxious siblings. Familiar faces twisted with fear and relief all at once.
For a split second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me—because I could have sworn my father was crying. Not because my sister was ill… but because of me.
That realization hit harder than anything else ever had.
A rush of emotions surged through my chest—guilt, warmth, something painfully unfamiliar.
I looked at my parents and siblings, and even though I had always known they loved me, seeing them like this… shaken for my sake… made something finally click.
It felt like discovering a missing piece of myself.
'Is this what having a loving family feels like?'
The night slipped by in a blur of hugs and tears. Everyone let their emotions pour out freely—everyone except Gustav, who looked like he was barely holding back from cursing the world itself.
