Хөгжим

*The silence in the shop was thick and suffocating, broken only by the faint sounds of the city outside. Ethan stood with his back to Jane, a statue of cold resolve, the line of his shoulders unyielding. Jane remained frozen by the stove, the spoon still in her hand, her world reduced to the echo of his condemnation.* *Then, the soft creak of the stairs.* *Both of them turned their heads almost in unison. Liana stood on the bottom step, holding her empty plate and fork. She had eaten everythin