บท 70: Cold Beauty

Noah paused just outside his home, inhaling deeply, and gathering himself before stepping into the warmth and familiarity of his family.

He'd had a long, emotionally charged day, and he couldn't bring that energy to his house. With a final sigh, he pushed open the door, slipping into the comforting glow of the house.

Inside, he found his parents, and his little sister, all seated at the dining table, dishes arranged in a neat spread, ready for dinner.

His father looked up and greeted him warmly.

"Noah, wash up and join us," David said, gesturing toward the hallway with a smile.

Nodding, Noah headed to his room. He took a moment to wash up, letting the cold water splash over his face. It felt grounding, washing away the fatigue of the day.

After a few minutes, he returned to the table and took a seat, smiling as he ruffled Emily's hair.