The door opened, and there stood my brother, Mark, tall and commanding in his police uniform. His presence filled the room with an air of authority that couldn’t be ignored. He glanced at me with understanding, and then his gaze shifted to Laura, taking in the scene with a critical eye.
“Is everything okay here?” Mark’s voice was calm yet firm, slicing through the charged atmosphere.
Daniel looked up, startled, while Margaret paused mid-bite, eyes widening slightly. Laura stood frozen at the sink, her eyes locked onto her brother-in-law. She seemed to waver on the edge of relief and fear.
