Ryan reached for my hand and pulled Sophie gently to his side. His voice was calm, but every word carried weight.
“If Sophie isn’t welcome at this table, then neither are we,” he said, looking directly at his parents.
The room stayed silent. No one lifted a fork. No one dared interrupt him.
Then Tyler pushed back his chair and moved beside Sophie. Ava followed a second later. “We saved you a seat,” she said with a small smile-
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