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Every Sunday, the Porter house fills the same way it always has—laughter spilling from the kitchen, plates clattering, stories rising over the scent of home-cooked food. It is the one constant in a family shaped by love, loss, and memory. YN Porter has always known exactly where she stands in that house. Especially in relation to Elias Rahal—her older brother’s best friend, the man who has been part of her life for as long as she can remember, and the one person who seems determined to keep her at arm’s length. Cold. Distant. Sharp when she’s near. To her, it has always felt like dislike. Personal. Unchanging. But Elias has never been good at letting people see what’s underneath. What looks like indifference is really restraint. What feels like rejection is actually self-preservation. And what he has spent years burying beneath silence is something far more complicated than either of them is prepared to name. When loss reshapes the Porter family, Sunday dinners become more than tradition—they become a lifeline. A place where grief sits quietly at the table beside everyone else. And even as time moves forward, YN and Elias remain locked in the same familiar pattern: proximity without closeness, tension without resolution, silence that says more than words ever could. But families notice more than they admit. Between teasing brothers, watchful parents, and friends who see far too much, the truth begins to surface: nothing between YN and Elias has ever been simple. Not the history. Not the feelings. Not the distance they keep insisting is necessary. And when long-buried emotions finally start to break through, both of them are forced to confront the same question: Was it ever really hate… or just love neither of them knew how to survive?